Yu Jingtian stood frozen, his eyes narrowing as disbelief churned within him.
At first, he had not truly believed Xiao Ming could be wiped out so easily, but after nearly a minute of absolute silence and no response from the latter, his confidence began to waver.
His heart hesitated, uncertainty creeping in where once only faith in Xiao Ming's indomitable strength had resided.
Wei Zhuling, standing nearby, also felt a strange unease settle over him.
Despite the faint remnants of Xiao Ming's aura still lingering in the air, it seemed impossibly thin, almost imperceptible.
Something wasn't right. His instincts whispered warnings, but the apparent calm of Xiao Ming's lifeless body made those warnings feel distant.
Yet Yu Jingtian, whose past battle experience with Xiao Ming had left him with a deep understanding of the latter's cunning, was not about to let his guard down so easily.