But it was different for Loran Hill standing next to Bines.

A feeling of extreme danger rose in her heart, as if that was her lifelong rival and close friend, so familiar, so strange, and yet so eye-catching.

Time seemed to slow down in her rapidly moving perception and thoughts, and 1 second was cut into 1,000 parts and slowly passed by in her eyes.

The world in vision and perception.

A tiny spark slowly leaped from the burning brazier nearby, gradually turning redder and brighter, then shrinking and expanding, rupturing, tearing through the air, sending invisible ripples that spread in all directions. The middle-aged man across from him opened his mouth and uttered a short syllable. A metal tooth beside him reflected a faint glint in the firelight, while a small flying insect landed on his collar and raised its two front antennae.

Loran Hill quickly filtered all the information, his transparent blue eyes nervously searching for every detail present, quickly scanning the faces of different appearances, looking for the source of the warning in his heart.

And these short two seconds seemed as long as a century, causing a tiny drop of sweat to slide down her forehead. Her eyes shifted at an extremely high speed, identifying one target after another.

Finally, when the gray-haired man took out his robe, he looked at Bines, and Loranhill also saw him.

A light grey light bloomed from the palm of his hand, and bright starlight also bloomed in Loran Hill's pupils.

"Turn into a pillar of salt."

It was like a distant sigh from ancient times, echoing in the firelight shrouded in the night.