"Time began to flow."
The instant the snap fell softly, the gray halo shrouding heaven and earth suddenly shrank inward, dissolving into the air like shattered glass.
Frozen spacetime resumed its flow without warning. There was no ripple, no delay, as though that moment of stillness had never existed.
In the wilderness, everyone continued moving along their previous momentum, utterly unaware that they had once been imprisoned by time.
Chen Ling's savage grin was still on his face. His iron fist, wrapped in cold Origin Energy, still smashed viciously toward the back of Wang Jie's head. Huo Yuan's aura surged wildly around him, the Yuan Sect disciples' charging momentum did not diminish, and the Dao Sect disciples' panic and resistance did not pause in the slightest. Everything followed its original path and continued naturally.
And in that very instant, the little stone Xiao Ling had flicked out moved first.
The moment time recovered, it abruptly accelerated, turning into a slender yet unstoppable silver-white stream of light. Its sound as it tore through the air was as fine as a mosquito's buzz, but its speed was fast enough to rip apart sight itself.
Ding—!
The stone slammed into a suspended shard of debris, instantly refracting and changing direction. The streak of light carved a sharp angle through midair and shot out like racing thunder.
Before the previous fragment could fall, it had already struck another speck of dust. Its trajectory turned sharply once more. The silver gleam madly ricocheted, doubled back, and refracted among the sky full of stone chips. Every collision splashed out fine traces of light, weaving into an airtight net of death in midair.
Whoosh—
The stream of light suddenly pierced through a Yuan Sect disciple's head. Before blood could even gush out, the stone had already struck