The instant those words fell, the air over the wasteland seemed to have been sucked into a vacuum.
Tyrant's once-blurred features abruptly twisted, and dark red resentment burst from the gaps in his armor like molten lava.
He slammed both palms downward, his roar shaking the God Tree's branches: "Gravity Throne, ultimate form!"
Invisible ripples of gravity exploded outward in rings around him. Space, already thick as glue, was instantly compressed into countless folds.
The gravel on the ground first groaned under the crushing burden, then was pressed directly into translucent crystals.
Even the passing wind was compressed into stillness, yet it flowed wildly along the gravitational ripples.
Multiple gravitational fields wrapped around the greatsword in his hand.
As its blade sliced through the air, it tore open pitch-black rifts, cleaving even the red moonlight into fragments.
Decay, on the other side, held nothing back either, unleashing his ability to its fullest.
His tattered black robe abruptly billowed out, and an aura of decay, so dense it was almost tangible, spread like a tide.
Everything in its path aged at an accelerated rate.
Gravel turned to dust in midair, while rocks visibly weathered into reddish-brown soil.
Even the Six Paths chakra swirling around Xia Yuan dimmed considerably the moment it touched the aura of decay.
His withered claws emerged from his black robe, the power of decay concentrated to its utmost at his fingertips. He laughed sinisterly.
"Today, I'll show you what it means for time to wear a man down."
Their coordination was flawless. Tyrant's gravitational field first confined Xia Yuan's movements to a circle with a ten-meter radius.
Decay immediately unleashed his decay field, filling every gap in the gravitational field with corrosive power and leaving no room to dodge.
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