After being grabbed by Chen Luoyang, the light on the page became even more dazzling.
Waves of intense fluctuations were resisting Chen Luoyang.
The word "Sheng" on the paper was hidden in the light.
The brilliant light turned into a huge pillar of light that shot into the sky, piercing through the sea below and the sky above.
With it as the center, the wind and clouds surged, and time and space seemed to be distorted.
In Chen Luoyang and Yuwen Feng's vision, the waves below seemed to have solidified.
The raging flames around Zhurong Xiang also seemed to be fixed, like a picture.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Space had also frozen. At most, only the two of them could still move, but they also felt as if their hands and feet had been bound.
Chen Luoyang took a deep breath.
After grabbing the page, he felt as if a vigorous vitality had entered his body, and his entire body felt comfortable.
