"No, impossible!"
After Yang Xiao sliced Yuan Haotian in two with his sword, something even stranger happened.
Yuan Haotian, who should have died—or even been completely devoured by the Bloodthirsty Divine Sword—was somehow still alive, his face a mask of terror mixed with rage as he roared furiously.
But no sound came out.
It was as if his entire being was isolated in a Different Space.
At the same time, he couldn't move an iota of his power, as if it had been frozen solid. Even his Life Force, which should have been dissipating, was now suspended in place.
'What's going on? Right, it's some unknown power. This power feels familiar... That's it! It's the power of that fruit! It can keep my body in a state of suspended time, where nothing can harm it. Is it possible? Is the power of the Divine Fruit protecting me?'
A look of pleasant surprise spread across Yuan Haotian's face.
