In the span of just a few moments, those fishing and being fished, those stabbing in the back and being stabbed—all identities were exchanged in rapid succession, leaving everyone dazzled.
Both the human and the ghost have showcased their skills.
Only the Seeder is still taking a beating, continues to take a beating!
Yet, the Harvester and the Guide can only watch helplessly as all this unfolds.
Powerless.
So close, yet seemingly as far as the horizon, always too late.
The presence of Pang Pei and Ellis is like two endless walls, completely insurmountable.
The standoff between the Harvester and the old director has never ceased from beginning to end.
The Sword of Certain Destruction stagnates.
Clearly a strike that would shatter even a Sage or Dragon if it hit, yet it fails to take effect, pinched tightly between those two fingers.
Unable to advance, unable to retreat!
