A sword ray slowly emerged from the void, crossing the shackles of time and the ages to appear before these kings. It seemed terribly slow, for although the sword had yet to reach them, it already seemed to linger in their memories. The entire world entered a state that could not be imprinted.
This was an ultimate sword strike bearing the supreme might of a great thousand world. No tangible thing could withstand it.
Where the sword ray passed, it was like a stroke across still water, without a sound. The King's Bodies of seven ancient beasts shattered. Even their primordial spirits remained poised to lunge at that blurred figure, only now they seemed to have passed through their broken flesh, suspended in the void like a shattered mirror.
More than a dozen kings watched as though everything unfolded in slow motion. The uncanny sight sent shock waves through the depths of their hearts. Their souls trembled, and their primordial spirits panicked.
Run. Run as far as possible. Yet they had no time to evade it. This sword strike transcended thought, perception, and time.
One peerless king erupted with radiant light. After barely avoiding the sword ray with a supreme secret art of time, he fled backward at a speed beyond the utmost limit. His secret art was truly heaven-defying, a supreme technique involving the time domain. Even the kings behind him had not reacted as quickly as he had.
With a single sweep of the sword, the King's Bodies of nearly twenty kings shattered. Before they could react, their remaining primordial spirits instinctively howled and tried to flee. It was simply too terrifying. One moment, the kings were lunging forward; the next, the world had changed, and only their primordial spirits remained to escape.
Unfortunately, their primordial spirits could