Inside the light curtain, the flow of time was abruptly compressed to the point of near stillness.
All the spatial fragments froze within the light curtain, suspended motionlessly in midair, their silver-gray surfaces coated with a thin layer of ash-white frost.
Phantom Spirit's figure was forcibly stripped from the scattered fragments and re-formed outside the light curtain.
The body he condensed was far more transparent than before, its solid outline nearly invisible. Only a mass of silver-gray light and shadow barely maintained a human shape.
He dropped to one knee on the stone tiles.
Silver-gray blood seeped simultaneously from his eye sockets, the corners of his mouth, and his ears, dripping onto the stone tiles and being instantly absorbed by the golden-patterned restrictions.
"Whew..."
Phantom Spirit panted heavily.
"You... were actually able to... force open the Law of Time Stasis in that state..."
After expanding, Zhao Guangyin's light curtain also began to shrink rapidly.
He stood where he was, his white robes tattered and covered in dozens of slender wounds, pure white blood still constantly seeping out.
His white hair hung loose and disheveled. Fine ash-white cracks had appeared in the whites around his pure white pupils, like the icy fractures in porcelain after it had suffered a violent blow.
"Whew..."
He took a breath as well.
"You were practically shattered into scraps and still tried to crush me... old man of a hundred and twenty thousand years, your bones are tougher than I imagined."
Phantom Spirit raised his head. The silver-gray outline of light and shadow barely gathered into the shape of a face, where the lips would be moving faintly.
"You can still hold on?"
Zhao Guangyin lowered his head to glance at the wounds still bleeding across his body, then at the fragments of time slowly peeling