Not just the three people fighting for their lives—even the black-clad leader standing by the street a hundred yards away found himself unable to move, as if he had been bewitched.
When the wind rose, it carried a faint floral fragrance.
No one knew where the wind came from, and the fragrance was just as mysterious.
A few leaves and petals drifted through the wind, swaying gently, lovely to behold.
Jingjing watched the petals drift toward her, about to settle in her hair...
Yet she had the strange feeling that the leaves and petals in the wind had all abandoned her.
A leaf landed on the swords of two black-clad men. In the blink of an eye, as if countless years had passed, fine cracks appeared in their spirit swords.
The wind blew past. Beneath Huamantian's gaze, the spirit swords that could cleave heaven and earth cracked apart piece by piece, then turned to dust before her eyes.
But that was only the beginning. The corrosion of time did not retreat when the two spirit swords vanished.
Next, traces of time appeared on the hilts in the men's hands—and on their palms...
The traces spread from their arms to their shoulders, then over their entire bodies...
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Huamantian felt her restless heart about to leap right out of her chest.
She, too, was about to be swept away by this Power of Time, just like the two men before her.
The two black-clad men at the Spirit Transformation Realm were terrified beyond words. They stared fixedly at their own arms, unable to utter a sound.
Even the black-clad leader at the end of the long street was stunned in that instant.
No—he was nearly scared to death!
Was this the Power of Time?
Or had some hidden expert