Even a vast number of God's Sons and strong figures from countless top forces could not resist, falling into this endless pull and distortion.
Only divinity could allow them to see the changes around them.
At this moment, the same was true within the palace of The Hustlers Sect.
Bei Shenxing and Yang Jian both clutched the pillars of the palace walls tightly, extremely twisted, like being hit by a sine wave, causing continuous ripples.
Bei Shenxing shouted: "Hold--- on--!"
His voice stretched and twisted, elongating each word to a screech, infinitely extending time.
Yang Jian was in the same condition, with his third eye flashing golden light, also twisted outward, and residual images within causing ripples.
Every thing and person were all caught up in this strange circumstance.
Including the Bell-Ringer, seemed trapped in an abstract vortex, distorted.
Even various living entities and items hidden within carrying spaces were affected similarly.
