The fierce winds abruptly stopped, and the falling snow hung suspended in midair.
At the summit, everything stood still. Even time seemed to have frozen at that instant.
Ripples spread through the void like waves across water. Two figures stepped out of the void and appeared above the summit.
They were none other than True Lord Qingshui and True Lord Hanli.
Standing in the sky, they swept their gazes across the summit. Sensing the faint fluctuations of energy lingering there, their eyes narrowed and their expressions grew grave.
"Fang Mo was right. At the very least, this being is at the peak of the True Lord realm. Its strength is terrifying... but..."
True Lord Qingshui moved his fingers gently, seemingly feeling the energy in the void. His expression was solemn. "But why is there a Mutant Beast's aura mixed in? This doesn't seem like a cultivator!"
Suddenly, his eyes flew open, and he reached out to grasp something. A clump of pale golden bloodstains flew out of the snow. "How is this possible? She really was injured? Fang Mo actually wounded her while fighting her from afar?"
He could not help swallowing. Even he found the aura dissipating through the void alarming, and he had no confidence that he could fight its owner. Yet Fang Mo had actually wounded her.
"Let me take a look!"
True Lord Hanli had questions of his own. He closed his eyes, a faint blue glow rising around him. The power of his primordial spirit reached deep into the void like countless tentacles, following the lingering traces of will that had yet to dissipate completely and traveling upstream.
Time and space unfolded before his eyes.
The scene before him rapidly rewound. The fierce winds reversed, and snowflakes swirled backward, until everything finally stopped at a