Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 2957

A flash of cold light pierced the vast expanse, igniting boundless chaos in its wake. As the Oculus Blade vanished, the Ancestora—whose senses were killed as he was trapped within the confines of the space-time domain—felt a surge of existential crisis coursing through him.

In the tumultuous aftermath, he witnessed chaotic energies sweeping through the void like water boiling over from a pot. An icy chill crept up his spine, and he swiftly raised his hand to wave the Chaos Flag. Its black and yellow colors blossomed with divine light that attempted to stave off the encroaching void.

Following several explosions that reverberated through the chaos, elemental energy began to converge with the turbulent space as they clashed against the Oculus Blade. The weapons which crashed with each other soon resulted in a cataclysmic shockwave.

The Ancestora's senses had been dulled, and a millennial's worth of his life force had been deprived. When the bell-like space-time domain appeared difficult to break, he felt as though his heart had sunk to rock bottom.

"How is he able to wield dual laws with such mastery?" His mind reeled at Severin's mastery over time and space, two of the highest ranked laws among the many laws within existence. It was extremely difficult for ordinary people to comprehend either one, let alone merge them into a single path as Severin did!

Trapped within the space-time domain, the Ancestora felt eras being reduced in his lifespan at terrifying speed. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of years in his lifespan had been lost. As if that was not bad enough, he was unable to replenish the power of heaven and earth within his body and the celestial power within him was starting to wane gradually.

Faced with an imminent defeat, the Ancestora's simmering anxiety erupted into resolve. With a steely gaze fixed upon Severin, he took a deep breath and uttered in a chilling tone, "I'll bring you down with me!"

Unmoved by the threat, Severin retorted impassively, "I'd like to see you try!"

Seeing the two weapons locked in a stalemate of resistance, Severin's lips curled into a sneer. "Let us see how much essence you have left to expend."

Blood and essence were precious qualities for every practitioner because it was the source of their origin and foundation. Yet, in Ancestora's desperate bid to break free, he gambled with his very essence to nourish his celestial weapon and try to shatter the vacuum that was Severin's domain.

Even so, Severin still had the upper hand.