"This is my world. Time, space, and mass are all under my control."
Looking at Yuan Yi, who was nailed to a cross like Jesus, Ling Feng raised his Tang Sword and said impassively, "Now, enjoy these seventy-two hours of my punishment..."
"Aaaah!!!"
Within the world of Tsukuyomi, Yuan Yi's screams never stopped. The pain of this genjutsu was no different from reality, enough to destroy a person's mind.
Tsukuyomi was so powerful that almost no one at the same level could break it, unless they possessed the same kekkei genkai or powerful soul power. Yuan Yi had neither.
Moreover, Ling Feng's cultivation realm far surpassed Yuan Yi's. At its highest level, the Tsukuyomi he cast could not be broken even by a Half-Saint.
Of course, only Ling Feng as a Half-Saint who had fused two Six Paths realms could accomplish this.
Thud!
Yuan Yi collapsed, his mind shattered.
"Tch. He didn't even last half an hour..."
Looking at Yuan Yi lying on the ground, his eyes wide and bloodshot, Ling Feng gave a disdainful snort.
However, no one present understood what had happened.
One moment, Yuan Yi had radiated unparalleled dominance; the next, he had suddenly collapsed, his face stricken with terror, his eyes full of fear as though he had seen a ghost.
Seventy-two hours in the world of Tsukuyomi amounted to only an instant in the real world.
The damage suffered within Tsukuyomi was no different from reality. Although the body sustained no physical injuries, the mind endured extreme torment. Especially with Ling Feng's ocular power reinforcing it, even Yuan Yi, a Dou Emperor, could not hold out for long before his mind completely broke.
The sight plunged everyone present into deathly silence. Some even lowered their heads in fear, stealing frightened glances at Ling Feng.
Even