In that moment, time seemed to be pressed into stillness.
Whether it was the echoing cries that resounded through the heavens, the thunderous Kui Ox Drum, or the screams filled with confusion and fear, all came to an abrupt halt in the face of this inconceivable, terrifying mutation that surpassed everyone's understanding.
Upon the Zulu Plain, both the Xuanyuan and Chiyou armies that were locked in mortal combat for their beliefs suddenly stopped their actions as if under an immobilization technique.
They, or perhaps more accurately, it was them—all cast their gaze with a nearly stupefied disbelief upon the familiar yet strange figures slowly standing once more from the pools of blood and piles of corpses.
They were comrades who had once fought side by side.
They were enemies despised to the core.
At this moment, they all returned.
