Everything fell into stagnation.
Whether it was the Heavenly Demon or An Jing and others, all were indiscriminately fixed in place by Little Qi's divine skill.
The dust in the air was fixed in place, the steaming vapor solidified, even the surging Spiritual Fiend of thunder fluctuated, everything displayed a strange state not seen in normal space-time.
This feeling was actually quite terrible — an attack that was previously just within reach, that would hit in an instant, now required at least a few hours to arrive, and during this process, the attacked side could not even dodge and could only watch helplessly.
Of course, for the attacking side, the previously sure-hit attack also suddenly had many variables, naturally causing impatience and anxiety.
In this nearly stagnant space-time, both sides could think, and could only think.
And An Jing certainly would not give up the extra opportunity afforded.
