Just as Clement was struggling to adapt to this sudden change, countless meteors streaked across the distant starry sky, leaving brilliant trails.
Like a dense rain of arrows, they all swiftly fell toward Clement.
The whistling sound of the meteors cutting through the sky seemed like the trumpet of death, sending chills down his spine.
Seeing this, Clement was greatly shocked and quickly attempted to dodge.
His body had just reacted, yet he found that there was always an elusive sense of delay.
This feeling was like being in a dream.
His mind clearly aware of the impending danger and issuing the command to evade, yet his body always reacted one or two seconds late.
And in this moment of battle between demigods, every second of delay could mean the demise of life.
Such slowness was extremely fatal!
In Clement's eyes, those few meteors magnified significantly, seemingly like the hand of the Death God reaching out.
