Liao Hao's victorious smirk froze. His confident posture stiffened, his eyes locking onto the battlefield.
His Bashawk, the mighty beast that had just dominated the fight moments ago, stood there motionless.
Meanwhile, Zou Fang's Bashawk staggered. For a brief moment, it looked like it would collapse. The disciples watching gasped, expecting it to fall. But then—
It straightened.
A deep breath. A shuddering movement.
Then, it stood firm.
Meanwhile… Liao Hao's Bashawk remained still.
Not just still. Completely frozen.
The murmurs in the crowd swelled into an overwhelming chorus of confusion.
"Wait… why isn't Liao Hao's Bashawk moving?"
"Zou Fang's Bashawk almost collapsed, but it's still standing!"
"What's happening? Is Liao Hao trying to surrender? Why hasn't his Bashawk attacked again?"
The spectators exchanged puzzled looks, trying to make sense of the eerie stillness.
