Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 971 - 971 541 Almost Wiped Out

Chapter 971: Chapter 541 Almost Wiped Out Chapter 971: Chapter 541 Almost Wiped Out The entire world slowed down, but everyone’s thoughts did not, still able to communicate at normal speed. Negris directly called out with his soul, “Kvada, Dragon God Space-Ti Domain! Since when did this Dead Skull awaken a domain?”

A domain is a kind of regional force of law. For instance, Aestolia’s Forbidden Magic Domain seals all Magic Elents within a certain range, making it impossible to cast magic.

Therefore, Aestolia is also known as the bane of Mages, the death ground of elents, and when Wizards encounter her, they can only fight using their Magic Wands.

But domains are not omnipotent; they have their own limitations. For example, the Forbidden Magic Domain cannot ban physical attacks, and a skilled archer could shoot her dead.

Besides, not everyone’s domain is practical. So people’s domains are rather lackluster, such as the Calm and Peaceful Domain where, within its effect range, even the fiercest waves maintain tranquility. What practical use could such a domain have apart from saving lives at sea or sailing?

The Dragon God Space-Ti Domain, without a doubt, is an extrely practical domain. It is the exclusive domain of the Dragon God, which can slow ti and space within a certain range, while the user’s speed is relatively faster.

If everyone else’s speed slows by ten tis, the Dragon God might only slow by four or five tis.

Even the Ancient Dragons could not comprehend this domain, but if the Ti Dragon and Space Dragon cooperated tacitly, they could use the skill to slow ti and space on occasion, which was sothing Negris had witnessed before.

Unexpectedly, Ange had silently awakened the Dragon God Space-Ti Domain and used it in these circumstances.

The strong consciousness projected onto Hayden’s body first emitted an emotion of confusion; anyone who suddenly found themselves amidst slow-motion would be puzzled.

But quickly, he noticed a fist ‘rapidly’ expanding in front of him, about to crash into Hayden.

Even though the movent was slow, the thinking was quick. With a re thought, an Imprint appeared in front of the consciousness that had been projected, blocking Ange’s fist.

Ange’s fist struck the Imprint, steadfastly penetrating it, and in this slow-motion change, everyone could even see every detail of the Imprint shattering.

First, the patterns fractured, then the lines disintegrated, and finally, under the force of the impact, they turned into spraying fragnts that splattered on Hayden, but Ange’s fist did not stop there, continuing forward, repeating the process on Hayden’s form.

At that point, the halted ti suddenly returned to normal, and Hayden’s entire form was blasted out, spraying against the wall like a puff of smoke, leaving behind a large area that looked like it had been eroded by wind and sand.

The overbearing consciousness that had projected there only had ti to convey a ssage: Let’s talk this out, don’t…

It was too late, Ange’s punch, which hit an already nearly depleted Hayden, slamd him against the wall, killing him beyond revival.

Though Undead are difficult to harm with physical attacks, they’re not immune. An Undead could slowly perate through a wall when turned into mist, but if they crash into it at high speed, they’d get embedded, dissipating much of their form.

If it were a thick layer of earth, they wouldn’t be able to perate through it even slowly.

Being blasted into the wall by Ange’s punch, if Hayden had been unhard, he might have survived, but he had burnt out all of his Soul Energy and was barely breathing thanks to the Soul Crystal; now he was undeniably dead.

However, no one thought Ange’s reaction was extre, because that consciousness was too terrifying.

“Is this the Annihilation Warlock? Such a powerful consciousness, I feel like I am facing the Monarch,” Feiti said, sowhat panicked.

Feiti had been living stress-free because after coming to this world, he realized how weak the people here were. That the Undead Empire, without even a single Mourning, could drive the Sorcerer Alliance up to the heavens ant that the Sorcerer Alliance wasn’t much stronger either.

This hypothesis was confird from God-making Warlock Radiad; this mber of the United Sorcerers was even weaker than the Great Sage.

The Great Sage was the most knowledgeable sage in the Undead Empire, but in essence, he was just an Undead Saint, and not very skilled in combat. In the past, it was the witch who had covered for him during fights. Everyone thought they just had a good relationship, but who knew they were entangled in an affair.

However, even the Great Sage’s caliber was beyond the reach of Radiad, let alone considering the Lord of Mourning like Feiti beneath his notice.

It was originally thought that the Sorcerer Alliance was filled with such diocrity, and that Your Majesty was only trapped because his projected consciousness ca over, thus diminishing his strength.

This was not surprising, as Your Majesty’s projection had been here for just over a thousand years. A thousand years might not even be enough for the Soul Heart to grow into a Mourning Soul, let alone for Your Majesty’s Black Crystal Soul.

Lacking the sedint of ti, now at most a monarch of the Lord of Mourning realm could be trapped by an Annihilation Warlock, which was quite possible.

However, the ergence of this thought shattered everyone’s speculations. The level of his prowess surpassed everyone’s imagination, evoking in Feiti a feeling akin to facing a monarch.

Among those present, if we discount Ange, Feiti’s soul was undoubtedly the strongest. If even he felt this way, there was no need to speak for the others.

Nonetheless, Anthony also had so doubts, “But I feel this thought is a bit odd, perhaps due to it being a projection that renders it sowhat unstable.”

Negris replied irritably, “What if he stabilizes? Aren’t we fortunate that Ange acted swiftly, striking before he could stabilize?”

Anthony shook his head, “No, it’s not that kind of stability, it’s more like…” Anthony hesitated, failing to find the right description, and finally said, “Anyway, it’s just weird, it doesn’t seem like the thought’s own power, but more like it’s borrowed.”

Negris shuddered, “Isn’t that more terrifying? Borrowed power? Who possesses such imnse power to lend it to him? How horrifying might the entity that lent him the power be?”

Anthony thought it over and conceded the point, finding it even more frightening. He couldn’t help but rub his body, trying to dispel the goosebumps.

Negris quickly changed the subject, turning to Ange to ask, “When did you awaken the space-ti domain?”

Ange tilted his head in confusion.

“I an, when did you learn the ability to slow down space-ti?” Negris was forced to rephrase his question.

Ange replied, “I’ve always been able to, it taught .”

What Ange referred to as ‘it’ was, of course, the Dragon God from his bloodline inheritance.

“Then why didn’t you use it before?” Negris asked, puzzled.

Ange said blankly, “Not needed.”

Negris felt like spitting blood. What did he an by ‘not needed’? Did he an that his past enemies didn’t warrant such a move? Was he implying that his forr foes were too weak? Was…

“No, we need a proper talk. You must tell what else you can do and what other abilities you’ve learned but haven’t used yet. We can’t have you surprising us again next ti,” demanded Negris.

Ange could only start counting on his fingers.

“Uh… shouldn’t we be more concerned about those giant dragons? They are about to be exterminated,” he said.