Zelena's breath was robbed of her lung for as long as her eyes didn't blink. Her dark eyes kept looking at the man in front of her with her hollowed mind. The strength, the speed, he had surpassed everything she thought he would reach in a span of time that was hardly conceivable even for the most talented of cultivators that she had met her entire life so far.
Baik slightly widened his eyes before his pupils began to hover. His feet froze as he gulped his saliva down. He might be the Wing of Leviathan, but even the dagger in his hand couldn't tremble at the sight of Lyon.
Lorey was speechless like the rest of the party. Speed was something he was greatly lacking. His staff would be out of his hand if he were to fight Lyon in that distance before he could say a word out of his mouth.
