People in Doupo: The beginning of the game intercepts the rich woman Xun'er

Chapter 888 Time Stop

The clouds in the sky suddenly parted, and another wisp of gray cloud hung low, pressing down on a desolate wilderness.

A persistent gloom hung in the air, the light was dim and gloomy, and even the air felt stagnant and heavy, carrying a faint sense of desolation. The ground beneath one's feet was as hard as cold iron, offering no warmth when stepped on, and everywhere exuded desolation and danger, so harsh that it was hard to breathe.

In this desolate and desperate place, two groups of people were facing off from afar, namely the Yuan Sect and the Dao Sect.

The two groups stood on opposite sides of the open field, clearly separated, each with its own orderly formation. However, neither of them spoke first. The vast open field was filled only with the howling of the wind. The atmosphere was extremely tense, as if even the air itself had frozen. The slightest movement could ignite this standoff.

Now, some time has passed since the opening of the Abyss of Otherworldly Demons. People from various sects have been exploring it. After several rounds of searching, the Yuan Sect and the Dao Sect, who already had deep-seated grudges, finally met unexpectedly in this perilous place.

Given the bitter, irreconcilable enmity between the two factions, there was no need for any further verbal provocation or deliberate attempts to find a pretext. This time, their paths crossed head-on, leaving absolutely no room for reconciliation.

Everyone knew perfectly well that, as expected, a fierce life-or-death clash was inevitable between the two sides, and a brutal bloodbath was unavoidable.

At the head of the Dao Sect camp stood a woman, her posture as upright as a pine tree, her eyebrows and eyes heroic and spirited, her face beautiful and striking. Her tight-fitting clothes further accentuated her nimble figure, and her brows and eyebrows possessed both the beauty of a woman and a touch of stern sharpness.

At this moment, however, her expression was tense, her eyes fixed on the person opposite her, revealing an undisguised tension and solemnity.

On the Yuanmen side, the leader had long hair hanging down, with two strands of pale white hair drooping lightly over his forehead. Beneath his hair were a pair of eyes as black as ink, with an eerie light faintly flowing in their depths. Behind him were two other people.

These three individuals appeared refined and gentle, lacking the arrogance and domineering air of ordinary Yuanmen disciples. However, the chilling aura emanating from them was bone-chilling and impossible to conceal.

It was immediately apparent that these three were no ordinary people; ruthlessness and danger lay hidden within them.

And they are none other than the three young kings of the Yuan Sect in this era.

On the Yuanmen side, Huo Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, his cold aura making the surrounding air seem to freeze.

He slowly raised his eyes, his dark, inky pupils sweeping across the person opposite him, his tone filled with undisguised mockery and ruthlessness.

"Wang Jie, if you know what's good for you, hand over all your spoils from the Demon Abyss right now! And make every disciple of your Dao Sect cut off an arm each, and maybe I can spare your lives and save you some dignity!"

Having said that, he slightly raised his chin, two strands of pale white hair on his forehead swayed gently, the eerie light in his eyes intensified, and the chilling aura around him suddenly surged. His face was full of arrogance and disdain, as if he had already regarded the Dao Sect members as his own.

Upon seeing this, Wang Jie's expression instantly darkened, her hand gripping the sword hilt tightened abruptly, her knuckles turning white, and a surge of powerful energy erupted from her body, causing her white and blue robes to flutter wildly.

"Huo Yuan, you're delusional! The opportunities in the Abyss of the Otherworld are earned through one's own abilities. Your Yuan Sect's attempt to seize them by force is utterly foolish! Today, the disciples of my Dao Sect will challenge you here and see who truly cannot escape this Abyss of the Otherworld!"

She shouted sharply, her voice clear and cold yet carrying an undeniable resolve; each word was like a blade, slicing through the desolate wilderness.

"Heh, since that's the case, let's see who's the best! Today I will sever your head, Senior Sister of the Dao Sect Heavenly Palace, and make it the most dazzling trophy of my sect's conquest!"

As Huo Yuan finished speaking, a savage, almost manic smile suddenly appeared on his seemingly refined face. Two strands of pale white hair on his forehead danced wildly in the wind, and the eerie light in his dark eyes surged. The cold, yin energy that had been suppressed around him for a long time suddenly erupted without reservation.

A violent shockwave suddenly spread out from him, stirring up countless pebbles and sand on the ground. His robes fluttered wildly as his Yuan energy stretched them. The next second, his figure transformed into a swift, ghostly pale gray afterimage, carrying an overwhelming and chilling killing intent as he charged straight toward the Dao Sect's camp.

The other two members of the Yuanmen Three Little Kings behind him also instantly activated their Yuan power, and a cold aura soared into the sky. The disciples of the Yuanmen roared in unison and followed their chief like a tide, charging forward. The chilling killing intent instantly enveloped the entire desolate wilderness, and even the howling wind was tainted with a bloody and violent atmosphere.

"Everyone, don't panic! Hold your formation and work together to defend against the enemy!"

Seeing the opponent's fierce approach, Wang Jie's heroic eyes flashed with fighting spirit. Her tense expression turned into a resolute one, and her clear voice, carrying powerful Yuan energy, resounded throughout the entire area, firmly stabilizing the Dao Sect disciples' formation.

Before her shout had even faded, she stomped her foot, cracking the dry black soil beneath her feet, and leaped into the air. Her azure-blue Yuan energy surged around her, and without the slightest hesitation, she went straight to meet the sharp figure charging towards her, finding herself facing Huo Yuan in mid-air.

The next moment, two completely different and powerful forces collided without warning, the air instantly bursting with a piercing sound of wind breaking, and violent shockwaves swept wildly in all directions. The two groups of people also collided instantly, and the long-brewing fierce battle completely erupted.

However, the battle did not become a stalemate as expected. The Yuan Sect's disciples were clearly superior to the Dao Sect's in terms of overall cultivation, teamwork, and ruthlessness.

In just a few moments of fighting, the already disorganized formation of the Dao Sect completely collapsed. The disciples retreated in disarray, suffering defeat after defeat, with mournful groans and screams echoing one after another.

Many people already had several deep, bone-revealing wounds on their bodies, with bright red blood dripping down their clothes and blooming into glaring blood flowers on the dry, blackened earth.

Several disciples who reacted slower were severely injured on the spot by the fierce attacks of the Yuan Sect disciples. Their bodies crashed heavily onto the jagged rocks, their breaths quickly dissipated, and they were never able to stand up again.

As the senior disciple of the Heavenly Palace of the Dao Sect, Wang Jie's situation was now extremely dangerous.

She was surrounded and besieged by the three young kings of Yuanmen. Huo Yuan, as the leader, launched a fierce and unpredictable attack. Every strike was filled with cold Yuan power that could tear the air apart. The other two flanked her from the left and right and blocked her from the front and back. The three cooperated perfectly, like three airtight nets, completely blocking all of Wang Jie's routes of evasion and counterattack.

Three domineering and chilling Yuan Powers pressed down layer upon layer. Wang Jie could only desperately try to withstand them by urging her own mighty Yuan Power. Each time she took a direct hit, her blood and qi surged in her chest, her arms went numb, and her body staggered backward. More and more flaws were exposed around her, and she was completely suppressed by her opponent, with even a moment to catch her breath being extremely difficult to obtain.

Wang Jie gritted her teeth and persevered, striking out with both palms in rapid succession. Relying on her superb agility and extraordinary composure, she barely managed to block wave after wave of the three men's relentless and ferocious attacks.

Her breathing was already rapid and disordered, and fine beads of cold sweat seeped from her forehead, sliding down her pretty cheeks. Her complexion gradually lost its color, and each time she raised her hand to defend herself, it seemed to become increasingly heavy and difficult.

Just as she had exhausted all her strength to withstand Huo Yuan's powerful blow, and the old force had just dissipated while the new force had not yet returned, a fleeting but fatal gap suddenly appeared in her defenses.

Chen Ling, one of the three little kings, suddenly sharpened his eyes, like a venomous snake locking onto its prey. He instantly seized this once-in-a-lifetime opening, his figure transforming into a ghostly black shadow, silently flashing behind Wang Jie.

His right arm muscles bulged and his entire right fist was tightly enveloped by a dense, almost impenetrable, cold Yuan energy. The air was compressed by the force of the punch, emitting a piercing shriek. It carried a ferocious power capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, and mercilessly smashed down on the back of Wang Jie's head!

If that punch had landed squarely, Wang Jie's skull would have shattered, and she would have died instantly, with absolutely no chance of survival. The Dao Sect disciples not far away witnessed this scene, and they all turned pale with horror, crying out in shock. They wanted to rush to her aid, but they were held back by the Yuan Sect disciples and could only watch helplessly, filled with despair but unable to stop it at all.

Wang Jie also instantly sensed the deadly threat coming from behind her. Her heart sank, and she instinctively turned around to look back.

The violent and fierce punch was already rushing towards her, violently whipping her long hair backward. The strands of hair danced wildly in the sharp air currents, constantly lashing against her cheeks and bringing a slight stinging sensation.

At this moment, her Yuan energy was stagnant and her body was stiff, as if she was firmly locked by a cold and piercing killing intent. She could not move her body at all and could only stare blankly at the black iron fist wrapped in the aura of death, which kept growing larger in her vision. Her limbs were stiff as iron, and she could not even make the slightest movement to dodge or block.

As Chen Ling swung his fist, a cruel and ferocious smile appeared on his lips.

He could clearly feel the surging, powerful energy emanating from the fist, and he could also accurately judge that Wang Jie was now in a desperate situation with no way to avoid or block it.

He was absolutely certain of victory with this strike, and he was confident that he could kill the senior sister of the Dao Sect Heavenly Palace on the spot in the desolate wilderness of the Demon Abyss with a single punch.

The thought of personally killing the most dazzling young generation of the Dao Sect filled Chen Ling with uncontrollable fervor and pride.

Once he returns with Wang Jie's body to report, he will surely receive high praise from the senior elders of the Yuan Sect for this outstanding achievement that has shaken the entire sect. His status and resources will rise accordingly.

With this thought in mind, the fierce light in his eyes intensified, and the force in his fist increased by three points, determined to make this blow a real one.

A jet-black iron fist, brimming with chilling killing intent and accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, was already inches from the back of Wang Jie's head. The violent wind from the fist swept over her cheek first.

The sinister smile on Chen Ling's lips grew even more intense, and the ecstasy and triumph in his heart were almost bursting out. This sure-kill attack was already within his grasp.

"Om-"

But at that critical moment, when life and death hung in the balance, a deep, muffled sound suddenly rang out without warning.

The sound seemed to fall heavily from the heavens, or surge forth from the depths of the earth; it was ethereal and eerie.

Immediately afterwards, a faint gray halo suddenly appeared on the edge of the sky. This halo was initially just a faint light, but in an instant, it spread wildly in all directions like a flood bursting its banks, at such an extreme speed that no one had time to react.

In the blink of an eye, this hazy halo completely enveloped the entire desolate wilderness, enveloping everything in the world.

The next second, an extremely bizarre scene suddenly unfolded—

Time stood still at that moment.

The iron fist that Chen Ling had unleashed froze in mid-air, an inch away from Wang Jie's nose, unable to advance any further. The lingering ferocious smile on his lips remained, and the fanaticism and killing intent in his eyes were frozen in place. Even the arc of his hair fluttering was frozen in place, and the cold, yin energy surging around him suddenly stopped, like frozen water.

Wang Jie's slightly parted lips froze in place, her wide eyes filled with despair and astonishment. Her long, flowing hair was frozen in the gale, no longer fluttering. The vast Yuan energy around her that had not yet dissipated also froze instantly. Even the flying pebbles and swirling sand in the air were all suspended in mid-air, motionless.

The disciples fighting in the wilderness, their moves, the weapons they raised, the fear and ferocity on their faces, even the blood dripping from their wounds, all froze completely at this moment, turning into lifeless sculptures.

The howling wind abruptly ceased, and the cacophony of shouts, clashing weapons, and panting all vanished, leaving only a deathly silence in the entire world. Only that hazy, gray halo slowly swirled, freezing everything in the world in that instant, leaving no further movement.

"Considering that we will eventually have to deal with your Dao Sect, I will lend a hand today."

In the utter stillness where everything was frozen in time, a calm and gentle voice suddenly resounded throughout the still world.

Before she finished speaking, the void between Wang Jie and Chen Lingsheng suddenly rippled with tiny waves, the faint spatial fluctuations spreading out like water ripples.

The next moment, Xiao Ling's figure slowly condensed from the center of the fluctuations and silently appeared on the open ground between the two sides, as if stepping out of nothingness.

Standing in the center of this still battlefield, Xiao Ling's gaze swept indifferently over the Yuanmen members in front of him, his expression calm and undisturbed. He simply raised one hand and gently gestured towards the ground.

Two pebbles that had fallen into the cracked black soil responded to the sound, breaking free from this frozen space and time, and floated lightly into his palm.

He flicked his fingertips and gently touched the slightly larger pebble first.

"Ding--"

A clear sound rang out, and the pebble instantly shattered into countless fine, sand-like fragments, which suddenly scattered in front of him, like a rain of dust shooting forward.

But as soon as the debris flew out, it was once again locked in place by this still world, hanging densely in mid-air, completely motionless.

Xiao Ling remained expressionless, and with a slight snap of his thumb and forefinger, he caught another, even smaller pebble in his hand.

The next moment, he flicked his finger and sent the pebble flying straight out.

The small pebble he flicked with his finger, which had just shot out as a glimmer of light, stopped abruptly in the stagnant air, just like the previous pebbles and fragments, and slowly hovered in mid-air, completely still.

Xiao Ling looked at the stone chips and pebbles hanging in mid-air, his expression remaining indifferent as always.

He gently raised his hand and snapped his fingers crisply in mid-air, speaking calmly as he said:

"Time begins to flow." (End of Chapter)