Under the night sky, golden silk threads wove through, spreading dazzling streams of light, distorting every inch of the void they passed through, creating a hazy world where even people's vision shook violently.
The fist light, like a sun wheel dominating the world, and the chilling blade light filling the night sky, were all pierced by the golden threads, frozen in place in an instant.
The grand scene of the fierce battle suddenly came to a standstill.
Nearby, the collapsing stone mountain and the exploding primeval forest also froze as if encased in ice.
The dense golden threads were like countless slender Divine Nails, nailing this section of the world into a static painting.
The white-haired Grandmaster's pupils contracted; his attacking means were terrifying, but now his fist light and Heavenly Blade were temporarily immobilized and pierced.
His hairs stood on end; the opponent's Miao Technique caused him great unease.
