The Legendary Man

Chapter 1037 Extermination

Jonathan no longer cared anymore.

It was clear why Seboxia had imprisoned him in the spiritual sense force field. He wanted to intimidate Jonathan and make him obey his orders.

Hence, it didn't matter if Jonathan begged or acted unyielding because Seboxia would never let him go so easily.

In that case, I might as well act tougher.

Seboxia flicked his finger slightly, and the metal cage holding Jonathan shrank again.

The latter was already curled up into a ball at that moment. One would think that it wasn't a human inside the cage if they didn't take a good look.

“This is my force field, Jonathan. Time is under my control here. If we were in the outside world, you would have died in mere minutes because of the pain you're suffering now. But I can make you suffer for hundreds of thousands of years while we're here. I can make it so you have to live in agony every day. You'd better think it through. I'm a man of my word.”

Jonathan's body was deformed from being locked in the tiny cage. He couldn't open his mouth to speak even if he wanted to.

Even so, he managed to manipulate his throat to speak.

“You first damaged my Cor, and now you're destroying my body. I don't know what your ultimate goal is, but you just want to control me, don't you? I'd love to try it too! I want to know where my limits lie! Since my Cor has been destroyed, I'll wreck yours too! The longer you torment me, the more I will grow to hate you. I know that I'm important in your plans, Seboxia! I'll repeat what I said to you. You won't dare to kill me! Ahhh!”

Jonathan let out an agonizing scream as the cage shrank once more.

Blood and flesh flew in all directions. The man had already lost his human form and was now a crimson-red ball of flesh instead.

If such a gruesome thing had happened in the real world, even an immortal would die, let alone a cultivator or a mortal.

However, Jonathan was still alive since they were in Seboxia's God Realm force field.

He could no longer tell where the excruciating pain was coming from anymore.

Broken bones hurt, and squeezed lungs made him feel stuffy. Nonetheless, these were nothing at that moment.

His organs, bones and flesh had long been lumped together.

Even his head was a part of this mass of mush, but Jonathan was still alive despite that.

As if in a dream, he had a first-person view of everything while being trapped in the cage. Yet, at the same time, he could see himself from the outside.

Jonothon no longer cored onymore.

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to conjure up an

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speaking, Seboxia disintegrated and scattered into

stared at the

was as if it did not belong

for a grain of the golden sand to fall

slowly, to the point where it was impossible to see

a reference to time in the

exist. The only

Exhale...

repeating these two

it was the most fundamental entry-level cultivation skill of Ancient Sacred Dragon

he first obtained the cultivation method. However, a way to regulate vitality was

the most basic, and also what was emphasized in the whole chapter, was the

to breathe to continue living at that moment, he could calculate time by thinking of the rhythm when

of gold sand landed at the bottom

Twenty-four hours had passed!

but feel despair as he stared at the single grain

of thousands of sand were in the

right.

tens of thousands of days. He might go crazy even if the sand