An invisible force fluctuated and solidified, like a giant prison cage, imprisoning the entire Huayu City within.
The fire arrows cascading down and the wind blade stone rain, all froze midair, resembling icicles hanging upside down in the severe winter, yet displaying brilliant and varied colors, creating a mysterious and magnificent scene. At that moment, however, this beautiful scenery felt so eerie, who would have the heart to admire it?
Priests leaping forward stood rigidly in midair, the divine arts they had just unleashed crystallized upon their longswords, as if barely connected by a thread. The guards and the Mu family's warriors, filled with high spirits of battle, also seemed petrified, unable to move, gripping their weapon hilts, veins bulging on their faces, drenched in cold sweat.
