Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 2962

King Luther scrutinized the shattered remnants of his divine chain as a chill seemed to creep into his voice. "This weapon is in your possession! If you do not wish to surrender to me, then the only option shall be to perish!" King Luther's fist surged forward.

Within seconds, the divine light of the three thousand laws burst forth and shone across the vast expanse of the chaotic void. Above him, an illusory realm unfurled, teeming with ominous energies akin to a writhing tide of darkness. The surrounding space corroded the space at an extremely face speed.

Within moments, Severin could feel his space-time domain being pried open by force. The boundless chaos tore through the fabric of reality, bearing down upon him with the weight of heaven and earth.

"No!" Severin's heart sank and his voice tinged with dread. "What in the world is this? How is It capable of defying the laws of time and space?"

His dominion over time and space was his trump card, yet he found himself aghast at King Luther's uncanny ability to bypass those barricades he had put up.

With the Green Emperor's Pagoda poised above him and the Oculus Blade gripped tightly, Severin remained vigilant. Moments later, King Luther's fist seemed to advance directly at him, and every fiber of Severin's being seemed to ignite with a celestial fervor. The power of heaven and earth stored within his cell universe was immediately channeled into the Oculus Blade.

All of a sudden, the fierce swordwill, interwoven with the laws of time and space, converged upon the Oculus Blade. The five-foot blade shimmered with a brilliance and vibrated with a force that sent tremors to those close to the river of time.

Severin showed no hesitation in unleashing a sweeping stroke. A golden sword beam then unfurled across the chaotic void, leaving an indelible mark upon the Bleurealm's membrane.

"Sever!" he yelled, and the sword beam slashed the huge glowing fist in half. Seemingly carved from the annals of ancient time and space, the light cleaved through space and left the world upside down. The sun and the moon seemed to have lost some of its glow, and the universe was shattered right away.

Despite traversing through the boundless river of time, the projection of a royal celestial found itself not only stifled by the 3,000 but also suppressed by the very heavens and earth of the Bleurealm owing to the peculiar aura that King Luther exuded.

Severin showed no fear even though his opponent's strength had lingered at the mid-stage of true immortality. However, his triumph proved short-lived—the billowing blood mist suddenly coalesced into a form resembling a silkworm cocoon. A terrifying aura began to emanate from it.

Before long, a lofty voice then began, "Is it true? Or is your celebration…premature?"

After a pause, King Luther emerged from the cocoon of blood mist unscathed. He taunted Severin, "Your ability to grasp the essence of law at the onset of true immortality has proven to be very intriguing with each passing moment."