Suddenly, a nondescript old man appeared, as if pressing the pause button on the battle, and the ruined street block immediately became quiet.
Barre Shepherd just stood there lazily, dressed in coarse linen clothes, with worn-out cloth shoes and messy hair, indistinguishable from a common old man.
However, on the battlefield, Demon God's Phantoms lurked in all directions, and the laws of various Domains were aggressively pressing in.
It was a deadly oppression that could make one's breath stall.
But bizarrely, this frail-looking old man showed no hint of distress under the overwhelming pressure of several legendary figures.
Like a lone flat boat amidst raging waves, he stood unflinchingly still.
There was even a hint of boredom and a pout on his face.
With such a sloppy demeanor, the Overlord Fist that had exploded like a volcanic meteor just a moment ago seemed as if it couldn't have come from him.
