Beyond the outer sea, the roar of a dragon echoed through the air!
In an instant, old Luo Sheng, still standing atop the Nine-Layered Magic Altar, suddenly felt his expression turn grim with terror.
That lightning-fast dragon roar struck through completely, enough for Old Luo Sheng to grasp the gravity of the situation.
“Yushu—”
Yet, in that split second between intent and accident, Old Luo Sheng could only utter this one startled cry.
Before his body could even attempt any struggle or change, almost immediately, accompanied by the trembling roar of the dragon, a perfectly round talisman revolving in a dragon shape biting its own tail circled around him repeatedly, trapping Old Luo Sheng as he tried to step through emptiness.
One breath... two breaths... three breaths passed...
It seemed like an incredibly long time.
But in truth, even Old Luo Sheng himself understood that such an extended passage of time had not actually occurred.
It was merely an illusion, created by Yushu Dragon King infinitely stretching a single flash of a moment.