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Time froze, and the void was locked.
Only Pang Jian, floating in mid-air, could sense the vision unfolding behind him in the void, one by one.
The elders of the Ice Tribe and those warriors who had taken to the sky, along with the flying birds and spiritual birds, were frozen in mid-air, still in a state of eerie stillness.
The entire Frozen Land became incredibly silent, without a whisper of sound.
How long this lasted, no one knew.
"Crack!"
There was a sudden crisp sound from the Altar of Praying to God below, and the thick white fog suddenly condensed.
All the cold fog disappeared into the "Heart of Winter" in an instant.
Looking down, Pang Jian saw a point of light that was gradually brightening deep within the clear and lustrous heart.
It was so bright that it was startling.
Then, all the glaciers shining frosty divine light upon him also suddenly became more dazzling.
"Whoosh!"
