"Quick, stop him! Don't let him form the array!"
Huo Xingxiu sensed that something was wrong and shouted urgently. His gaze unconsciously swept toward the two figures in the group wearing azure and red masks, carrying a hint of plea.
Huo Jiyuan, at his side, reacted swiftly. Hearing his father's shout, he almost instinctively blasted a palm strike toward Lu Feng.
The fierce palm force swept up a great spray of water, like a row of swords bound together, burning with roaring flames as it thundered toward Lu Feng.
"No!"
A flash of terror crossed Huo Xingxiu's face.
To him, Huo Jiyuan's action was recklessly rash—like an egg striking a stone. It was exceedingly dangerous and would easily expose a flaw for the opponent to exploit and grievously injure him.
Thump—
A dull sound abruptly rang out in everyone's soul sea, as though the entire world had come alive and let out a heartbeat.
As that heavy heartbeat sounded, the air all around them seemed to turn muddy and viscous in an instant.
Before everyone's stunned eyes, the palm strike Huo Jiyuan had unleashed slowed in an indescribably bizarre manner, ultimately freezing in midair.
It was like an ice sculpture containing blazing fire, shaped like a surging tide and fixed in place.
The sight was unspeakably strange.
That tide was clearly less than an inch away from Lu Feng, yet it could not advance even the slightest bit further. It was as if the entire area reached by the attack—whether lake water or flame—had been frozen solid.
More accurately, the circulation of spiritual energy within this space had been slowed countless times over. The incoming fiery tidal palm force was not motionless; it was merely moving forward at a tortoise's pace, countless times slower than its original momentum.
This was