The sword and halberd were like fangs, repeatedly piercing through Chu Yi's body; the frost froze, even stopping the time in this world.
Battles involving the Radiant Moon level could begin to grasp the manipulation of causality and time, fundamentally due to the authority of the Radiant Moon as the Master of the World.
Yet, the Merfolk King's bloodline was special, capable of solidifying time. The moment he retaliated, he froze the time around Chu Yi, launching another series of deadly strikes.
The white snow glistened, and an iceberg emerged a thousand feet above the sea, with dozens of thick spears thrusting haphazardly at a solitary figure in the center.
"Able to pull my soul, yet intervening from outside causality—what faction of the Netherworld does he belong to?"
The Merfolk King was startled, hurriedly repairing his soul.
His soul had been dragged out; if not for the steadfastness of the highest Radiant Moon, his soul might have split instead of countering in time.
