The moment the words dropped.
Fang Qingyu moved.
No earth-shattering roar, no long wind-up.
Fang Qingyu simply and naturally.
Gripped the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash in his hand, its blade shimmering with starlight.
Then, he lifted it high.
This movement, so similar to that slash which cleaved the Arctic skies above the City of Dawn!
Buzz—
The entire world seemed to freeze for a moment under this single motion.
Time seemed to stretch infinitely.
On the battlefield below, all the warriors fighting fiercely.
Whether they were the Deep Blue of Dawn, the Dark Grey of Cold Bone Fjord, or the newly arrived reinforcements like Shi Gandang.
All found a moment to look up.
At the press area, Hua Jing, Aline, Chen Tao, all reporters held their breath.
They fixed their cameras tightly on the lone figure suspended in mid-air.
Their hearts pounding as if to burst from their chests.
Behind the Arctic, in more than a dozen cities, countless pairs of eyes were glued to the screen.
