Chapter 721: Collapse of the Blessed Land
The throne room shuddered with the sound of splintering wood—Adam’s fists clenched, his knuckles blanched bone-white against the armrest. Veins writhed like serpents beneath his skin, his jaw locked, lips peeled back in a silent snarl.
This Xueyin, ’whatever blade,’ boded nothing but trouble, especially when only a minute separated him from Yuehua Ji’s glacial fury. He had to leave. Now.
As he controlled the flying fortress to move, however, Xueyin raised his palm like a blade.
"I’ve rewound the countdown to your death by years, yet you don’t seem to appreciate my clemency. So be it. You’ll wear the fate you’ve earned: collars and chains, beaten like the disobedient dog you are."
He swung his palm down.
Adam shuddered at the soul-chilling threat he picked up. Qi, boundless, matching Yuehua Ji’s, erupted into a crimson arc. It cleaved through the wind, with a shriek that caused his remaining hair to stand on end as the light shot toward the fortress barrier.
CRACK
The barrier screamed as it resisted, qi fracturing into furious wisps against the layers of vibrations. A jagged arc of light ripped free, crashing on the barrier. Tremors rocked the fortress, ground splintering and mountains collapsing into rubble from the impact alone.
The magical gem fueling the barrier roared with mana, and Adam poured his own reserves until his heart ached from the strain.
His breath ragged, teeth grinding, he endured the painful throbs. But even then, he heard a section of the barrier crack. One more blow—and they were dead. He did not doubt it.
Without wasting a second, he swung his palm. A trickle of blood trailed down his nose, his body groaning in protest. Too much energy. Too fast. It was whispering about its own predicted collapse if he didn’t stop. But he couldn’t.
He tore space open into a jagged mouth opposite Xueyin, limiting the spatial disturbance to a minimum.