"I'll go first."
With that, Zhao Guangyin moved.
He did not charge forward, did not take a starting stance, and did not assume any posture of attack.
He merely stood where he was, raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and lightly pointed in Phantom Spirit's direction.
The moment that finger pointed out, the air three feet before his fingertip began to lose its color.
It faded like a watercolor painting washed of all pigment.
Then that faded region spread forward at a visible speed, and wherever it passed, everything lost its original vivid hue.
The golden-patterned restraints on the stone bricks turned light brown, the particles of holy aura floating in the air turned grayish white, and even the light itself became dim and thin.
When the faded region spread to within five zhang of Phantom Spirit, he moved.
His right hand, which had been tucked inside his sleeve, finally emerged.
That hand was long and pale, its five fingers slender as bamboo joints, its fingertips glowing with a faint silver-gray radiance.
He likewise made no complicated movement. He merely held his right hand level, palm facing the spreading faded region.
His five fingers spread open.
His palm trembled.
Fine spatial cracks burst open three inches before his palm, spreading in all directions like a shattering spiderweb.
Those cracks were not large, each as thin as a strand of hair, but hundreds upon hundreds of them intertwined, forming a shattered silver-gray barrier.
The faded region collided with the shattered barrier.
There was no deafening boom.
There was no shockwave.
Within the area where the two laws came into contact, a bizarre stillness occurred.
The faded region stopped before the barrier as though frozen, utterly motionless.
The spatial cracks on the barrier also ceased expanding, and the edges of