Yan Biqing had just steadied himself when a beam of white light descended from the sky, enveloping him and making all his movements sluggish.
Yan Xiu held the cross at his chest, kneeling on another rooftop, his body trembling slightly. It was difficult for him to restrain an expert like Yan Biqing.
Everything that had happened seemed to have taken a very long time, but in reality, less than a minute had passed. Lin Zheyuan and other superpower users also landed one by one on this rooftop, surrounding Yan Biqing.
Even with Disaster-Level strength, it was a pipe dream for Yan Biqing to think he could take on so many opponents alone.
Within the white light, Yan Biqing's demeanor became more and more composed; he had adjusted himself to the most suitable state for this light.