Everything happened so quickly that it caught everyone by surprise.

The first sensation that jerked them back to the present was the gelidity of the cold sweat that slicked their limbs.

The end of the long silver spear sparkled an icy glow under the brisk sunlight, and its tip is driven deep into the rock face a hundred meters away.

There was Song Ding, a First-Grade Human King, with his corpse now ignominiously pinned to the wall of rock like a rag ...