Chương 1200: Battle of the Black Skull (14)

Time was moving very slowly…

No, it was Sunny who was moving too fast. It almost felt as if the world had frozen. 

The rain was suspended in the air, the fountains of mud had grown still, the distant figures of dying Awakened were like grotesque statues. 

In this nearly static world, only two things seemed unbound by paralysis — the monstrous Saint in front of him, who was no slower than Sunny himself, and a bolt of lightning that was crawling across the sky, extending toward the ground as it forked and illuminated the bloody battlefield. 

'Faster!'

Suddenly, a deafening roar exploded from Dire Fang's mouth, strangely distorted and haunting. It would have hit Sunny like a wall…

But he was prepared.