The light hum of the hole piercing through the skull froze the entire Evil Star Rakshasa Palace.
Xie Tian suddenly turned around, motionless.
Luo Xue half-turned his body, motionless.
On the faces of the four Great Saints' clones, there was a rigid admiration for Commandery Prince "Luo Bu".
The dispersed evil stars, whether on their left foot or right foot, were frozen in mid-air, unable to descend.
Thud!
A dull sound echoed, as the lifeless bell fell rigidly to the ground.
The sound of the fall seemed to be the signal to break the freeze, carrying intense shock and disbelief, striking everyone's heart.
Just as everyone was stunned by this signal...
"Mother..."
"Mother?"
"Mother!"
"Wake up, Mother! Oh, Mother!"
"Waaa!"
...
Fear, disbelief, panic, desolation, pain, collapse...
Each cry for "Mother" evolved with Little Bell's emotional turmoil.
But including Xie Tian, no one noticed this.
