Golden motes of light gushed from the crack in the seal, like countless fireflies dancing through the air.
Xia Yuan sat astride East Stallion, his white robes snapping in the wind, while Mo Shiyu watched the light with bated breath.
Xia Yuan's eyes had turned completely gold, and stars seemed to be born and die in the depths of his pupils.
Those were not human eyes. They were the eyes of a god—the gaze of the Lion King, looking down upon all living things.
On the tip of the lance, golden light began to gather with wild intensity.
The sky, clear moments before, began to dim before the Holy Lance's radiance.
The lance's brilliance overwhelmed the sunlight, as if even the Sun dared not compete with the Holy Lance of the Star.
More terrifying still, space began to solidify wherever the lance's light passed.
The soft fabric of space hardened under the lance's pressure, becoming as rigid as crystal.
Dust hung motionless in the air, falling leaves stopped above the branches, and even the wind's movement froze.
The entire battlefield seemed sealed inside a massive piece of amber.
The Beast of Gluttony and the Eye of Envy stared at the pillar of light, and for the first time, true fear appeared in their eyes.
It wasn't the wariness one felt when facing a powerful enemy. It was a shudder from the depths of their souls, felt when confronted by an existence on a higher plane.
"Th-this power...?" The Beast of Gluttony's voice trembled.
The Eye of Envy's pupil contracted wildly, as if it might shatter at any moment. "Impossible! How could Xia Yuan wield this kind of power?!"
The golden light on the Holy Lance's tip had gathered to its absolute limit.
In an instant, a golden pillar of light