The battlefield had fallen utterly silent.
Not a single explosion echoed anymore.
Not a single scream remained.
The giant crimson beams that had been descending from the Bleeding Moon itself hung motionless in the sky like frozen rivers of blood. Broken stones floated midair without falling. Even the countless streams of Blood Qi raging through the sect had become perfectly still.
Everything had stopped.
Every cultivator on the battlefield stared in disbelief, their minds struggling to comprehend what had just happened. The sudden stillness felt even more terrifying than the slaughter moments ago.
Han Yu stood frozen as well, his body still positioned protectively before Xuan Qing. The crimson beam remained barely an inch away from his face and yet it no longer moved forward.
It simply hung there motionless.
His heartbeat thundered loudly in his ears.
Then slowly…
Everyone turned their eyes toward the sky.
Toward the source of that single word.
