The starry sky before him was being manipulated by the Space-time Law, slowing the passage of time by at least tenfold; a day in here equated to ten days in the Great Universe.
Chu Zheng's expression immediately turned solemn. This meant the battle time was further compressed, necessitating a swift and decisive fight.
Though Feng Wenzhong was on the brink of death, having entered the Ancestral Realm, he had experienced countless ages. His mastery over the Space-time Law was phenomenal; the passage of time had nearly lost all significance to him.
He rose from the great star, his body withered, silver hair lifelessly dull, and his expression cold. As he raised his hand repeatedly, a gentle breeze transformed into blades that rended the Star River, while the illusion of the river of time occasionally emerged, weaving toward Chu Zheng.
Brilliant azure Immortal Light rampaged across the Star Sea, instantly sweeping over Chu Zheng.
