The rift in the sky no longer widened, but it still radiated a terrifying suction force. The vitality of the earth continued to drain away slowly, though far more slowly than before. The Golden-Backed Wild Bull had long since fled without a trace. The Foreign Realm army and the cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had also temporarily stopped retreating, their gazes fixed on Heaven Abyss, their hearts in their throats.
In the alternate space-time where Ye Fan stood, the stars gradually slowed their rotation, and the thunderous roars subsided. Yet the divine radiance around him remained brilliant, clearly showing that he had no intention of giving up the fight. He waited for the next move from the owner of that voice while weighing the pros and cons of continuing the battle.
An Lan and Yu Tuo exchanged a glance, each seeing gravity in the other's eyes. They did not know whether this mysterious newcomer was friend or foe, but regardless, anyone capable of making both them and Ye Fan cease their actions at such a moment could not be underestimated. If this person stood with Ye Fan, then two against two, they might not gain the advantage. If he was neutral, perhaps they could use his strength to force Ye Fan to retreat and avoid the world's collapse.
Time passed second by second, and every second seemed exceptionally long. The owner of that sigh never appeared, yet his presence grew ever stronger, as if he were everywhere, enveloping the entire Border Desolation. The flow of energy between heaven and earth began to stabilize, and the violence of the Space-Time Turbulence gradually subsided, as though an invisible hand were repairing the shattered world.
Ye Fan's gaze gradually calmed. He sensed the power repairing heaven and earth and understood