Not far away.
The two Ye Zhens watched the motionless Yang Jian as the Ghost Blood boiled wildly and the sickly green Ghost Fire at their hearts pulsed violently.
They felt the terrifying paranormal power of the sixth-layer Ghost Domain.
They exchanged a glance, each seeing profound shock on the other's identical face.
"Holy shit, is this time stop?!" Ye Zhen sucked in a sharp breath. "Little Yang's sixth-layer Ghost Domain actually has an ability this badass!"
But he also felt a pang of unease. If he faced this move unprepared, even he would be caught completely off guard-and might even be killed instantly!
Yet the real Yang Jian seemed frozen in place, showing no response whatsoever!
The fake Yang Jian did not hesitate. His emotionless eyes stared at the immobilized real Yang Jian.
Red light shot straight toward the real Yang Jian's forehead!
"Shit!" Seeing this, both Ye Zhens raised their swords to rush to his aid.
But the fake Yang Jian struck too quickly. They had no time!
It all happened in an instant, and in a clash of paranormal powers, a fraction of a second was often enough to decide life and death.
The red light was about to strike the real Yang Jian's head.
Suddenly, a soft cough came from above the rooftop.
"Ahem."
With that soft cough, ripples appeared without warning in the air above the street.
A faint, deep-blue wave drifted gently down on the wind.
The fifth-layer red light, powerful enough to erase everything, touched that faint wave and vanished without a trace, like a snowflake landing on an iron plate.
And that was not all.
The wave gently lapped against space, which instantly shattered and collapsed like broken glass!
What had been frozen began to move again.
The real Yang Jian lurched