They attacked from above and below, sealing off every route of retreat.
"The Time Laws stand foremost among all paths. How could you, mere embers of destruction, possibly shake them so easily?"
Su Yang looked up at the hanging mountain and down at the muddy current, the corner of his mouth lifted, utterly fearless.
With a light tap of his toe upon the long river beneath him, silver ripples instantly spread across the water, stars shimmering atop its surface.
Fine motes of light drifted down like snow, soundless and traceless, yet wrapped in an inescapable rhythm.
Splash—!
The long river erupted in thousand layers of waves. Hundred-feet raging billows exploded forth one after another; before the first wave could subside, the next had already arrived, each layer driving the next onward with irresistible force.
Rumble!!!
The two rivers collided, and a loud noise tore through the air. Water mist billowed as silver fragments burst forth like rain.
After their initial clash, neither had been harmed in the slightest.
"Just as troublesome as expected."
Su Yang's heart sank slightly.
The black shadow opposite him also silently tensed every strand of its will.
"Time Severing."
An Invisible Force silently slithered forth, neither wind nor mist, winding around the Will of Destruction without warning.
"Mm?"
The Will of Destruction let out a low grunt, a chill suddenly creeping up its spine—an instinctive alertness to absolute danger.
Time had no form, no substance, no appearance. It could not be described or touched; even the word "existence" could scarcely contain it.
It was unlike the wind, whose brush against one's face could still be felt. It was emptier than the void, deeper than silence.
Yet the Will of Destruction was rooted within the spiritual treasure known as the World-Ending Great Mill. Through the artifact, it