“Five-Element Sword Domain, open.” Jared’s voice was calm, almost courteous.
Buzz! Color flared in a three-hundred-meter-wide circle. Sword energy wove a private killing field where time thickened like resin and space bent inward, edges sharpening to invisible blades.
The Heavenly Immortal elder felt his limbs turn to granite. He watched, horror filling the seconds that stretched far too long, as a needle-bright sword tip drifted toward the center of his brow with a speed he could neither understand nor escape.
“N-No…” The half-formed protest died with him. The Dragonslayer Sword brushed through his demon armor, cracked his skull, and snuffed his soul in one leisurely thrust. Terror still frozen on his face, the corpse toppled, falling like a dropped statue through the stagnant air.
Jared did not spare a glance. He flickered again, reappearing beside another elder who had only begun to rally defenders.
“Space Prison…” The words landed softly, yet the air around his target hardened to diamond, locking limbs, breath, even eyelids in immutable stasis.
“Perish!” Jared’s voice cut through the clamoring battlefield, quiet yet colder than steel, a verdict rather than a threat.
The Dragonslayer Sword flashed in a perfect, almost calligraphic arc. A startled face, still frozen in disbelief, spun skyward while a fountain of crimson followed, painting the gray air with violent color.
Jared moved like a reaper slipping between folds of time. His blade outpaced sight, struck with fated precision, and left no room, not a heartbeat, not a breath, for reprieve.
Time Deceleration, twisted space, and the Five-Element Sword Force wove together around him. Against these ordinary Heavenly Immortal elders, the synthesis became sheer, irreversible domination. Where he passed, there were no clashing spells, no flamboyant duels—only the stark, brutal elegance of consummate slaughter, pared to its merciless core.
One swing, one corpse. Lives fell like sheaves beneath an autumn scythe.
“S-Stop him, now, stop him!” Elder Bonewick shrieked, terror flaying his composure as he forced damaged flesh to obey and brandished the Bone Sceptre once more.
He reeled in pain yet lifted the pale sceptre high, veins of black fury crawling across his fingertips.
“Ten-Thousand Evils Immortal-Slaying Array, rise!”
He and a dozen wounded elders pressed together, ignoring the inevitable backlash, channeling fresh torrents of corrupted Netherlord force.
Thicker, fouler gray-black demonic energy gushed from their cores and from the depths of Bonewither Cliff, twisting upward into a furious storm. An earth-shaking roar, half anguish, half triumph, tore out of the forming vortex.
A huge titan materialized—three heads, six arms, tusked and snarling, its body wrapped in chains forged from wailing souls. Unlike its earlier, hazy projection, this effigy was solid, oppressive; its aura throbbed at mid-stage Celestial Lord strength.
Each colossal hand brandished a nightmare: a sword of grievances, a bone cleaver, a venom whip, a lantern brimming with ghostfire, skeleton beads, and a tattered soul-summoning banner.
With ruinous intent, the abomination swung all six weapons toward Jared and the Draconian army now flooding the sect.
“You’re fighting me, not my buddies!” Coall bellowed, exhilaration rumbling from deep within his scaled chest as he thundered forward.
The obsidian dragon’s vast frame matched the fiend’s height. Claws armored in slate-gray plates ripped open the air and seized for the grievance sword.
Talons met cursed steel. A clang like colliding planets exploded outward, the shockwave shredding several dozen Skyfiend Sect disciples into crimson mist.
Broken bodies rained before the echo faded.
“Buddy, tear this ghoul apart!” a magma-red fire dragon roared, voice bubbling like molten stone. Its jaws unleashed a breath of flame so pure it burned almost white, streaking toward the arm that wielded the bone cleaver.
Scales crackled, air shrieked, and the battlefield blazed anew.
“Thunder, heed my call!” another Draconian warrior cried, summoning violet bolts that spider-webbed across the dark sky, ready to strike.
A thunder dragon with wings so vast they eclipsed the bruised heavens arced overhead. Blue serpents of lightning coiled along its scales, and its roar summoned torrents of chaotic bolts, each as thick as a water barrel.
Those blinding lashes, like the wrathful whip of a storm god, crashed into the Evil God’s towering avatar, splintering another of its skeletal arms.
Around the thunder dragon, several ancient Draconians, each at the Heavenly Immortal Realm, unleashed their signature moves, swarming the colossal effigy and locking it in place.
