However, he stretched out the time it took for these ice spikes to travel, making their speed seem incredibly slow.
"Leave here."
The Pope spoke in a low, deep voice, as if giving a sharp rebuke.
The saints of the Eternal Corridor all drew closer to the gaps between the ice spikes.
However, just as they approached the crevice, one of the saints suddenly changed his expression and let out a painful groan.
The other saints immediately stopped in their tracks.
When they saw the marks of frost appearing on the saint's body, their pupils dilated suddenly.
"It's cold air!"
The next moment, all the saints immediately retreated, moving away from the ice spikes.
Even though the speed of these ice spikes was slowed down, the cold air they emitted was still slowly freezing a Saint-level expert!
The Pope looked grim.
His body shimmered with bronze light as he used his time manipulation abilities to primarily corrode several of the ice spikes.
The next moment, the ice spikes that had only produced a few drops of water began to melt at a visible speed.
A few breaths later, several ice spikes melted, and without the Pope's permission, the bronze-masked saints quickly escaped the encirclement of ice spikes through the passages left by the melting ice.
The Pope of the Eternal Corridor followed closely behind, breaking free of the encirclement.
The next moment, all the ice spikes returned to normal speed and landed at the cave entrance where the Pope and his group had been standing.
A continuous roar echoed, and frost raged, completely sealing off the cave entrance. Strands of cold air spread in all directions along the ground.
No one paid attention to this fluctuation. After leaving the blockade, the Pope of the Eternal Corridor had already launched an attack on Yan Bing.
A bronze light shimmered, and in the next moment, the Pope and Yan Bing vanished simultaneously.
They left this timeline.
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