Her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes gradually lost focus, as if her consciousness had begun to blur.

Xia Xiu knew that if the opponent wanted to launch a beyond-visual-range attack, they must adopt a faster and more concealed method.

They should have realized that they were difficult to deal with, so they tried to mislead them in the beginning to make them retreat.

However, when they found that their appetite was too big to let go easily, they quickly changed their strategies and tried to test their strength by silencing them.

As [Vashak]'s purple light bloomed, a strong buzzing sound began to fill the surrounding air, as if countless insects were flapping their wings in the ears.

Immediately, the entire space seemed to fall into a static vortex, and the flow of time stopped abruptly at this moment.

The world stops flowing!

The world fell into silence, all sounds were cut off, and only the buzzing sound echoed in the silence.

The surrounding scene gradually lost its original color and became like an old black and white movie.

The walls, floors, ceilings, and even the dust particles in the air are shrouded in a grayish-white hue, as if everything has been deprived of the vitality of life.

Those originally vivid objects seemed to be frozen in time and became still pictures.

In this gray world, only Xia Xiu and [Vashak] still maintain the colorful colors.

Their presence is like a dazzling light, which is particularly abrupt in this static darkness.

Xia Xiu stood up slowly, his eyes wandering in the still world, observing all the details.

In the still gray world, he finally saw the culprit of the attack - it was a monster that looked like an owl, its feathers shone with blue-purple light, its eyes were sharp and deep, as if it could see through everything; its legs were slender.

Long and elegant, wearing a gorgeous crown, the appearance is noble; when the wings are spread out, it is like nightfall, with a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

Two-thirds of the long-legged owl's figure disappeared into the void, with only its head exposed, which looked particularly strange.

Xia Xiu smiled slightly in this gray world, and the golden eyes behind the mask shone with a cold light.

"Finally I caught you." He whispered, with a hint of coldness in his tone.

While Xia Xiu was talking, [Sisyphus] floated out of his body.

The purple-gold incarnation's muscle lines are as perfect as sculptures, with clear muscle lines, as flawless as the Renaissance statue David.

He slowly emerged from Xia Xiu's body, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

Every detail of the body is as smooth and elegant as if carefully designed, and is full of an unparalleled sense of power.

Buzz buzz!!!

"Crown Blessing: Everything·Vector Authority——"

"Vector Control·Normalization!!!"

[Sisyphus] slowly clenched his right hand into a fist, and the gray-white muscles trembled slightly under the light, showing the huge power he contained.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! His eyes were coldly staring at the long-legged owl with one-third of its head exposed, with a cold light shining in the purple-gold pupils.

As his right fist clenched, there seemed to be a faint vibration in the air, and the surrounding space seemed to tremble.

"call out--"

A sharp sound broke through the air, and [Sisyphus]'s right fist hit the owl's head at an extremely fast speed with ripples of compressed space.

His fist cut through the air, causing a violent flow of air, as if even the surrounding air was being distorted by the wind of his fist.

That punch was like thunder, with unstoppable force, hitting the owl's head straight.

Boom!!!

In the still gray time-stop world, the moment [Sisyphus]'s fist came into contact with the owl's head, a huge impact was directly transmitted to the owl's body.

Click click click————

The power of the fist was like a raging tide, instantly deforming the owl's head.

Its skull was dented by the impact, and its shape was distorted into an extremely unnatural posture.

The sharp feathers were flying in all directions at this moment, but in the still space and time, they seemed to be frozen in the air, showing a strange sense of stagnation.

The flesh and blood were torn apart under the violent impact, and the bright red blood solidified into balls of dark red liquid in the stopped world, floating around the owl.

The air is filled with a strong smell of blood, but in the gray world, this smell seems to be fixed at a certain moment and cannot continue to spread.

Playing invisible in front of the fourth sword-bearer in heaven?

Still thinking about shooting and running away?
Chapter completed!