parentshiftbook Chapter 463 Time Domain
Chapter 463 Time Domain
Xia Ning turned to Song Yao and shouted, "You were just controlled by the Lord of Silence; it was puppetry."
The color drained from Song Yao's face instantly. She clenched her fists tightly, her eyes blazing with overwhelming rage.
"Damn it! He actually planted a soul-controlling seed in me a long time ago!"
Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly raised her hands, interlaced her fingers, and rapidly formed hand seals, shouting in a hoarse voice, "Wind Slash—!"
A cyan wind blade whistled out from her palm, heading straight for Karen's throat.
Karen clearly sensed the chilling killing intent and instinctively tried to activate a spell for defense—
"Snap!"
Lin Feng slapped him hard across the face again, followed by three seconds of silence.
Karen's primal power, which had just begun to fluctuate, was once again firmly sealed away.
He was like a wild beast trapped in a cage, full of strength but with no room to struggle.
At the critical moment, his dark cloak suddenly came to life, automatically peeling off his shoulders and unfurling like a giant black bat spreading its wings to block his way.
The wind blade struck the cloak hard, making a dull "thud" sound, as if it had cut into thick leather.
A deep gash was slashed across the surface of the cloak, but it wasn't torn apart. Instead, it rolled up smoothly, completely dissipating the remaining force of the wind blade.
As for the Lord of Silence himself, the moment his cloak blocked the wind blade, his figure suddenly blurred, like a drop of ink falling into water, quickly dissipating into the night.
Missed.
Song Yao rushed forward, her eyes scanning the surroundings: "Where is everyone?"
Lin Feng remained silent.
His right hand, clad in the Silent Grip, felt slightly numb. His gaze swept quickly across the trees surrounding the clearing, the canopy overhead, and the shadows beneath his feet—nothing seemed amiss.
The Lord of Silence seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Zi Tong curled her lip and sneered disdainfully:
"That old lecher has definitely slipped away. If he dares to hide and not come out, I'll completely poison and destroy your sacred embryo..."
Before the words were finished—
A halo of light fell from above.
It's not moonlight.
The halo was circular, with fine markings around its edge, like a giant clock face projected into the night sky.
The halo was deep purple, exuding an ancient and heavy aura.
When it descended, there was no sound, no impact, only an indescribable...sense of solidification.
The halo slowly rotated.
The scale rotated round and round, the ghostly shadow of the pointer appearing and disappearing in the halo, emitting an extremely deep "click" sound.
When Song Yao looked up and saw the clockwork halo, her pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.
"not good……"
Her voice trembled, as if something was choking her throat.
"It is the time domain of the Lord of Silence—"
She turned sharply to look at Xia Ning, her eyes filled with terror:
"Within this realm, all living beings, except for the Lord of Silence himself, will slow down—by a factor of three!"
Lin Feng tried to take a step, lifting his leg, but the speed was ridiculously slow.
It wasn't that there was something wrong with his legs, or that his muscles were weak, but rather... time itself had slowed down.
His movements—lifting his leg, moving forward, landing—were all stretched three times over, as if he were walking through viscous amber.
He could even clearly feel the entire process of his foot lifting off the ground and landing, and that long, irritating delay caused a strong sense of disorientation in his brain.
He turned to look at Xia Ning.
Xia Ning's movements also slowed down.
The surging black energy around her, which had been boiling violently, now seemed to be slowly rolling and spreading, like a slowed-down video.
The speed at which she raised her hand, turned her head, and even the frequency of her blinking became incredibly slow.
Zi Tong and Song Yao were not spared either.
At this moment, a figure slowly coalesced in the center of the purple halo.
The Lonely Lord Karen reappeared from the dissipating night, his clothes fluttering without wind, his dry, well-like eyes looking down at the four sluggish people.
He smiled.
The laughter gradually rose from a low pitch, eventually transforming into unrestrained, maniacal laughter that echoed through the frozen space.
"You think you can kill me?!"
He raised one hand, and thick black energy surged from his fingertips:
"You're going to die soon!"
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On the other side, inside the forbidden area of the temple.
Wasim and Evelyn steadily ventured deeper into the passage, the slope beneath their feet growing steeper and the stench of cast iron and entrails in the air growing stronger.
Meow Meow perched on Evelyn's shoulder, its amber eyes gleaming, its ears twitching from time to time.
"arrive."
The beam of the flashlight illuminated a huge, circular space.
In the center of the space, a huge elliptical object floats in mid-air.
The outer wall is a semi-transparent film, and the whole object undulates rhythmically, like some huge living thing breathing slowly in its sleep.
The ground is covered with a dense network of pipes that converge on the egg from all directions, connecting to its lower end like an umbilical cord.
"This is... the Holy Embryo?" Evelyn's brow furrowed slightly.
Wasim nodded, and without further ado, drew his dagger: "Do it."
The two approached the Holy Embryo, one on the left and one on the right.
The amniotic sac was very close, and beneath its translucent surface, a human-shaped silhouette could be vaguely seen curled up inside, with its head drooping and its hands folded in front of its chest, like a sleeping fetus.
Wasim took a deep breath, gripped the dagger tightly, aimed at the lower end of the amniotic sac—where the tubes converged—and plunged it in.
The moment the blade pierced the fetal membrane, it made a dull "thud" sound, like piercing through a thick layer of leather.
The fetus suddenly trembled.
A warm, viscous liquid flowed rapidly along the blade and the amniotic sac.
Evelyn found a good spot on the other side, gripped the dagger tightly, and plunged it in hard as well.
Both wounds gushed fluid at the same time, and the sweet, fishy smell instantly became strong and pungent, filling the entire space.
The rhythm of the fetus's movements began to become disordered.
The steady five-second breaths, which were originally as stable as a pendulum, became rapid three-second, two-second, one-second intervals, then suddenly stopped for a few seconds, and then violently fluctuated again.
Immediately afterwards, the fetus twitched violently.
Its head was slightly raised, as if sensing a deadly threat, wanting to struggle, wanting to resist—
However, the embryo is not yet mature and has no ability to protect itself.
Wasim ripped a large hole in the amniotic sac and then plunged it into the left chest of the fetus.
Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.
Even if it is powerless to resist at this moment, even if it looks like an unborn child, as long as it will become the vessel for the reincarnation of the Lord of Silence, there is no room for mercy.
Moreover, this is a crucial step in killing the Lord of Silence.
Perhaps Lin Feng and his group are already in trouble. Only by destroying the Holy Embryo can they throw the Lord of Silence into chaos and buy Lin Feng and his group a precious opportunity to win the battle.
The moment the blade pierced the amniotic sac and entered the fetus, a dull "plop" sound exploded in the air, like piercing through a lump of rotten fruit.
The fetus suddenly convulsed violently.
The hunched humanoid silhouette arched its body high, its head snapped back, its mouth opened, and it roared silently—
There was no sound, but the contorted posture was more horrifying than any scream.
The instant the knife was pulled out, a stream of dark red liquid gushed out from the wound, hitting the inner wall of the amniotic sac and slowly trickling down the membrane...