"Stop!"
Zhong Shenxiu looked at the battlefield and suddenly said a sentence.
In the blink of an eye, the battle flag that had been caressed by the gentle breeze suddenly froze, motionless as if it had congealed.
It wasn't just the flag, but also the firing muskets, the cannonballs about to explode...
Everything had come to a standstill.
It was as though someone had pressed the pause button on time.
Only the players and the Martial Artists of the third rank or above from the Jiuzhou Alliance could still move.
"Who are you?"
Ming Wuyi shouted loudly.
"In the presence of a great being, one should know humility!"
Zhong Shenxiu said nonchalantly.
But in the next moment, it was as if his words were truth itself!
Boom!
Cultivators were directly crushed by an invisible force, kneeling on the ground.
Ming Wuyi knelt straight up, spewing out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Words become laws? Indeed, it's the power of a deity..."
