Inside the hall, there was silence and stillness, so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.
Miao Shou True Monarch stared intently at Zhang Yu's palms, watching the two cubes formed by space barriers on his left and right hands.
Meanwhile, he kept recalling the scenes that had just unfolded in his mind.
As the Nascent Soul True Monarchs of both sides launched their fierce attacks, Zhang Yu stood at the center, his hands clasped together. The twisted space devoured light, sound, signals... like a bottomless abyss, it absorbed all the assaults, including the magic treasures, from both sides.
"Zhang Yu... he stood between us when we made our move and managed to withstand all of our attacks with his own strength."
Miao Shou True Monarch was utterly shocked by this conclusion, and then intense questions arose in his mind, quickly analyzing the situation.
