At these words, Ye Qin and Fang Anze both froze.
"What makes you think we've already got you?"
Ye Qin sneered, her enchanting face full of disdain.
Her loosely clenched hand tightened slightly. Jiang Tian's handsome face seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, his flesh twisting and deforming as the faint, teeth-grinding sounds of cracking bones rang out.
Fang Anze hovered in midair, looking down coldly. His tone was indifferent. "To prevent any trouble on the way, cut off his limbs first."
"Fine." Ye Qin gave a slight nod. She joined the fingers of her other hand, between which a crimson light flickered and pulsed.
At the very instant she was about to strike.
Heaven and earth suddenly changed color.
It was as if an invisible hand had swept across the sky, snatching away every color in the world all at once.
The vibrant world was forcibly cleaved into gray and white.
The sky was gray, the ground was white, and the people were silhouettes of alternating gray and white.
There was no third color to be found anywhere in this world.
The entire world seemed to have been cut into a series of frozen frames.
Suddenly!
A blinding white light flared!
It was as if someone had used heaven and earth as a canvas, then slashed a razor-sharp stroke across that gray-and-white backdrop!
The light was so bright it made it impossible to open one's eyes, so bright it could burn through one's pupils!
An endless aura of death surged forth, exploding in every direction like floodwaters bursting through a breached dam!
It was pure, utterly unmasked intent to extinguish—not slaughter, not destruction, but an absolute silence that returned all things to nothingness!
The white light was like a bolt of silk descending from the heavens. It