Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 2966

Severin, in hot pursuit, shouted icily. "Don't even think about escaping!"

With a thunderous crash, the colossal handprint that enveloped the sky descended down, striking the Ancestora from the heavens. Under the violent force of impact, the Ancestora's body shattered and crumbled like porcelain in mere moments.

"No!" echoed a mournful cry that resounded through the heavens.

With the fall of a true immortal, the world quaked, while the sky and earth lost their vibrant hues. Dark clouds shrouded the entire Bleurealm, unleashing torrents of thunder and blood-red rain upon every corner. Everyone could see the spectacle.

At the Grandiuno Sacred Land's entrance, Adrian—still weary from battle—was prepared to finally return to the sect when an inexplicable sorrow gripped his heart. Before he could comprehend what was happening, the world turned pale and scarlet lightning streaked across the sky as blood-like rain descended.

Such mirages were an overwhelming feeling for all sentient beings, and they could only signal the demise of a true immortal.

Struck by the realization, Adrian began to think of the worst as his mind appeared in disbelief, "Could Severin have fallen?" He shook his head vehemently and muttered, "That can't be! Severin possesses many techniques and treasures. He will always emerge victorious!"

Though he contemplated venturing into the void to find out what had happened, the aftermath of a battle between true immortals posed to grave a threat, especially as the boundless chaos radiated an aura of dread that would send chills down the spine of Adrian and all his other half-immortals.

Meanwhile, after Severin was done with the Ancestora, he meticulously scanned the void for miles around and confirmed that his opponent was comepltely obliteration before coming back where he came from.

Severin observed with disdain as the heavenly might subdued the mist. Bound by the chains of heavenly might, the mist dwindled until it finally exploded and dissipated into the chaotic void.

With King Luther's clone annihilated, Severin—now drained and pallid—had finally succumbed to the effects of his expended strength. Like gold paper on his face, beads of sweat began to break out on his forehead. As he gritted his teeth, he tore through the chaotic void and employed a spatial law to forge an escape passage.

As King Luther's form plummeted, a streak of gray divine light traversed the boundless chaos, vanishing into the river of time.

The golden river erupted briefly in waves before settling back into tranquility