Time seemed to freeze in that moment.
Wei'er, in a daze, looked up to see the young man beside her.
"You're awake," he said.
An old man, a young man, and a young girl created a curious composition.
In the next moment, as Luo Xi's face was completely covered by armor, fiery flames that represented heat, as well as darkness that symbolized destruction, swept up his arms and spread toward the old man from his clasped hands, breaking apart this composition's imagery.
The old man's eyes sharpened, easily shaking off Luo Xi, blocking the incoming attack with a raised hand. His eyes turned pitch black, and he said gravely, "A mortal dares to challenge me, your frail Benyuan...hmm?"
The old man's tone seemed somewhat astonished.
Among the attacks Luo Xi conveyed, besides the ever-increasing flames and black fissures that destroyed everything, there was mixed in a rule power that even He could not comprehend.
