By the time the big shots from all the various planes in the sky had gathered the maximum amount of Power of Origin they could bear, more than an hour had already passed since the birth of the black sphere. The sun had long since set and night had fallen. For illumination, clusters of spherical Light Magic rose into the sky, lighting the vast battlefield as bright as day. All the spectators present and those watching from behind the light screen, who were following this battle, stared at the now deathly quiet battlefield, at a loss for what to do and chattering in confusion.
"It's already been over an hour. What on earth is the result in there?" Lin Daozi, who had seen his teacher's avatar enter, no longer had his previous calm attitude. With time dragging on too long, the increasingly anxious him paced back and forth in the air, occasionally slapping his palm with his folding fan as he worried aloud.
