Dan Heng and March 7th panicked at the sight and rushed over.
A draconic phantom solidified behind Dan Heng. Azure light tried to tear through the gelatinous, frozen force field, but the phantom's claws only sent ripples spreading through space.
March 7th condensed a thick, crystalline ice shield in her hands. Its surface rapidly thickened, frost spilling outward as the sand beneath her feet instantly froze over in white rime.
"Damn it! Don't come over!" Yan Huan shouted urgently, his voice nearly shredded by the violent energy winds and broken into fragments.
He saw the unquestionable resolve in their eyes, and his heart tightened.
Others might not have been able to sense the power of this sword, but he knew it all too well.
Without further hesitation, he abruptly raised his hand, and a dazzling curtain of light bloomed from his palm.
The light was gentle, yet it carried an irresistible force, wrapping Dan Heng, March 7th, and everyone else within his sight.
The light curtain flowed, and space rippled like water.
The instant it flashed, time seemed to be cut apart.
He saw his own reflection in Dan Heng's widened, astonished eyes. He also saw March 7th desperately reaching out, her fingertips nearly brushing his clothes, her face full of anxiety and unwillingness.
The moment he finished all that, the terrifying pressure arrived above his head.
The air became as heavy as mercury. Even the light began to twist and bend, collapsing toward the point where the Divine Sword was descending.
Time seemed to stretch out.
He could see every dark-red rune flowing over the Divine Sword's tip. He could hear the roar of his blood pounding against his eardrums. He could even count the goosebumps that had abruptly risen across his skin beneath the pressure.
At that moment,