Yu Sheng at this moment could no longer hear the sounds emanating from the high platform—he crossed that blazing battlefield and the vast temple ruins surrounded by Fox Fire and wrapped in Protective Spirit Qi, and for a moment, he felt as if time itself was slowing down.
The howling beyond the Protective Spirit Qi seemed distant and blurred, and as the Fox Radish Missiles sped up rapidly, the edges of his vision stretched and warped. He looked down from the sky and saw the viscous shadows rising like slow-motion ocean waves at the edge of the temple, with countless grotesque shadows frantically charging towards the invaders on the high platform. A wall of ghostly blue flames formed at the edge of the shadow tide, and intertwined beams and a rain of fire poured down at the edge of the platform, smoke billowed, and war fires surged.
