As the invisible figure of an hourglass covered the battlefield, the white-robed young man, the messy-haired man with the staff, and the scarlet-eyed woman all felt a subtle change in their surroundings, as if a thin, imperceptible veil had suddenly enveloped them.
Although this change was extremely faint, almost indiscernible, as experienced peak-stage Dao Kings, how could they not feel even the most minute shift around them?
However, before any of them could react, Shun Long's silhouette vanished from the spot he was standing on, appearing right next to the messy-haired young man, before he sent a fist flying at his chest.
The messy-haired man's heart felt cold as he tried to instinctively raise his bronze staff and block the sudden strike, but before he could even think of doing so, Shun Long's fist had already pierced through his chest, before coming out from the other side.
