The entire chamber was locked in a state of absolute, paralyzed disbelief.
Liang, whose face was pressed against the cold, grooved stone floor, could barely tilt his head up. His teeth were clenched so hard they bled, his dazed eyes fixed on the back of the man in the wet, dark coat.
How?
That was the single, screaming question echoing in the minds of everyone left in the room.
Under the gravity field, they were nothing but hollowed out husks. Their mana pools were bone dry, their qi meridians were frozen, and even their basic physical muscles felt as though they had been filled with molten lead. To take a single breath was agony. Yet, the white masked figure stood perfectly, his dark coat fluttering lazily in the heavy, static charged wind of the chamber.
He had stopped the mini giant's two handed execution strike with a single, blade.
SKRRRRRRR—
