That turbid crimson current of mortal dust, enough to trouble even Saint Manifestation experts, froze in midair just like that.
Countless arrows hung motionless along their flight paths, even the ripples in the air around their arrowheads plainly visible.
The whole world seemed as though someone had pressed pause.
Only that figure continued to walk forward at an unhurried pace.
"Th-this is?!"
On the God-Slaying Platform, the patriarchs of the four great families all sucked in a sharp breath.
"Lingxiao?!"
Only Lingxiao could command space and time in an instant, setting infinity into motion and suppressing this chaotic-system-like tide of karmic force from the mortal world.
But clearly, that person was not Lingxiao.
If it were Lingxiao, then with a single thought, every Imperial Guard here would have burst apart—yet this person could not possibly be weak either!
At that moment, the figure withdrew his gaze. The rain of arrows suspended in midair immediately began flowing backward, shooting fiercely toward the direction from which they had originally been fired.
Dull cries of pain and screams instantly rang out. Without their formation, the mortal-dust arrow rain was far less powerful, but amid their shock, it was still enough to wound them.
Yet this move did indeed buy the many Heavenly Official experts time to react.
"The enemy is abnormal. Join forces!"
Song Anshi glanced at the silent Grand Preceptor Hong and Yin Gujin, who had not moved in the slightest. Knowing that some tremendous upheaval must have occurred, he immediately made his decision.
He leaped into the air and stood atop the crumbling fragments of the city, crying out to the heavens, "I shall take the lead—aid me!"
He stretched out a hand, and the blood-red sky suddenly lit up with densely packed starlight. It was the heavenly curtain that Tianwu