Chapter 5705

Those trapped inside whether Human Immortal or even Heavenly Immortal-felt space thicken, their lifeforce stumble, and swordlight gnaw at every angle.

“Time Deceleration!”

Obeying his thought, the flow within the domain slowed to a viscous crawl.

To Jared, each foe moved like a puppet with slackened strings, their flaws yawning wide before his eyes.

“Die!”

The Dragonslayer Sword swept in hungry arcs, more scythe than sword. With every swing, blood fountained, and one- or several-mid-Heavenly Immortal commanders collapsed headless onto the fractured earth.

His sword intent fastened onto its targets like an iron vise. Under that invisible pressure almost no one alive could hope to survive a single stroke.