The sky was frozen and the earth locked in ice; wind and snow intertwined.
The blade that had never left its sheath suddenly rang out, and the faint sound of howling wind sounded.
In that instant, before the countless afterimages of Worm, countless specks of flying snow seemed to leap out of thin air. A bleak whiteness rapidly spread, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.
It was as though one had wandered alone through endless wind and snow for who knew how long.
The moment it was perceived, what he felt was not pain, but numbness and sluggishness, as though a thick sheet of paper lay between his soul and body, slowing every reaction.
Pain, panic, unease—those trivial things all vanished. There was nothing, nothing to feel, only instinctive trembling.
Cold. So cold.
Thus, in that split-second instant, every afterimage froze stiffly in place, forcibly crowd-controlled for a negligible moment.
More importantly, the imprints cast out, the reflections of time he had intercepted—the Chosen Ones, Fiendified Ones, storms—
Rainbow Light, earthquakes—
It was like the skill-channeling cast bar in PVP being suddenly interrupted!
Impossible to continue.
As Equal struggled with all his might to restore them, he saw those ethereal imprints begin to melt and disperse swiftly, like snow beneath a blazing sun.
Because the second Sword Cry rose again.
Like a cruel blazing sun hanging overhead, flesh, consciousness, soul, the Spiritual Substance spread outward, and every change imposed—all turned to ashes beneath that scorching glare.
Vermilion Brilliance!
After Xuan Ying came the cry of Vermilion Brilliance, flashing past in an instant.
At the edge of the Realm of Encirclement, the youth gripping his sword staggered. Thick nosebleed wound down his face, and before the blood could hit the ground, it completely evaporated in the terrifying heat.
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