"[Born of Lightning, Swallowed by the Wind]!" As Fang Yi shouted, his spear traced a half-moon in the air, surrounded by an aura of time. Light and shadow flashed by its tip, just like the wind and lightning that made up the core of Fang Yi's techniques.

The spear pierced space abruptly, spawning a rift that turned its surroundings gray. All movement was locked in time. The wind, the disciples of the Zenith Dojo, the humanoid bugs—everything had frozen.

The only one who could move in this world of gray was Fang Yi. The spear penetrated through the humanoid bug's chest before the gray receded. Time began to move again.

"It's too late to be learning how to use genetic energy now, don't you think?" Fang Yi smiled coldly.

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