The Years Divine Ability was already terrifying; if it could not be controlled precisely, one careless slip could reduce someone to ash and scatter them to oblivion.
Elder Youran truly could not muster the courage to fight him, especially after seeing his old friend's miserable fate.
The dignified True Venerable Xuan Yi had been slapped in the face on the spot right outside his own front door.
Whether the damage was great or not, the humiliation had absolutely been maxed out. At the start, he had sworn with complete confidence that he would take three moves.
It was not simply that he had failed to take the second move. The key was that he had not even dared to stop, and had been beaten into tearing open space to flee!
But all the True Venerables present could understand—whether they had watched openly or were secretly peeping.
With a Time Divine Ability landing on him, was he supposed to wait for death instead of running? Hadn't even the spatial rift taken ages to close?
Elder Youjian steadied himself, then asked another question. "This divine ability seems... very flexible to use?"
"Mm, it should be," Qu Jianlei nodded and calmly uttered eight words. "Wherever my gaze reaches, all is years!"
"Holy shit..." In the Sub-layer Space, Baiqiao's phantom could not help muttering, "How the hell is that merely flexible?"
He had already guessed that this might be the case, but hearing the other party admit it with his own mouth still left him unable to suppress his shock.
This was the terror mentioned earlier: the Time Divine Ability needed no accumulation of energy.
It was not that Qu Jianlei himself had no consumption, but when the divine ability was used, there was simply no need to consider direction. His mind moved, and