"Brother Xiu, are you some kind of hidden master, pretending to be a third-level expert when you're actually a fifth-level expert?"
Why does it take more spiritual energy to immobilize you than to immobilize an A-level strange entity?
When you're still, it's fine, but as soon as you move, my spiritual energy is completely depleted!
Fang Xiu frowned slightly. "Is freezing me more energy-consuming than freezing an A-level strange creature?"
Looking at Yang Ming's kidney deficiency and recalling how easily he had used the ancient bronze bell before, he could basically conclude that Yang Ming was suffering from kidney deficiency.
The power of an ancient bronze bell lies in its ability to influence the flow of time within a certain range.
The reason I was only slightly affected was probably because of the death rollback!
The death rewinds countless times, reversing time and allowing oneself to flow upstream in the river of time. In this process, due to frequent contact with time, one inevitably becomes tainted by the characteristics of time.
The ancient bronze bell is a time-related magical artifact, which is perfectly suited to him, making it effortless to use.
Having figured everything out, Fang Xiu became even more curious about the ancient bronze bell. A magical artifact capable of influencing time would probably be a treasure in any era.
Such a magical artifact is far superior to something like the Twin Dragon Ring.
In order to explore the secrets of the ancient bronze bell, Fang Xiu did not ring it this time. Instead, he continuously infused it with spirituality and emptied his mind to perceive the power of time contained within it.
As spiritual energy continued to flow in, the bronze light emanating from the ancient bronze bell gradually grew brighter and brighter, almost illuminating the entire captain's office.
Just as Fang Xiu's spirituality was about to run dry, he seized the tail end of time, and there seemed to be some kind of resonance between the two.
The ancient bronze bell is undergoing another transformation.
The bronze light that filled the room began to slowly converge, solidify into a tangible radiance, and be imprinted on the bell.
Gradually, a character written in clerical script slowly took shape.
This character is... Emperor!
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