Forty second passed.
Azief then closes his eyes in mid battle.
Blood on the ground flows like rivers and the screams of defiance and despair intermingle with each other that it is hard to differentiate between the two.
And then everything went into a standstill. Thunder in the sky stop midway, the many raindrops hovers in the midair.
All things in the world seems to be controlled by some invisible force. But Time is moving. It is the Heaven and Earth that is restrained, its cycle of creation and destruction halted.
Thus the countless raindrops, halts and even the people and Xi Feng all could not move.
But they could see that in this static world, the only one that could move is the Sword Immortal, the black robe grandmaster.
Some people could see the countless raindrop in front of their eyes.
