The terrifying, immense golden light radiating from the sky completely froze the entire city of Mumbai.
The roaring elemental spells, the shattering barriers, and the massive, translucent hand of spiritual energy that Ancestor Long had unleashed were all completely paralyzed in mid-air, looking like giant statues of glass under the artificial noon sky.
Thousands of cultivators from both armies were stuck in whatever position they were in, unable to move a single finger, their hearts pounding with absolute, biological terror as they felt a pressure that completely surpassed the boundaries of their mortal world.
