Versatile Mage: Angel of Time, but Emperor of Every Moment

Chapter 232 The Allure of Time Deletion! Breaking Ten Emperors in a Second!

Before the words were even finished, the entire city of terror suddenly trembled violently.

Nan suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply. The night sky, which had been filled with a blood moon, was now covered with countless cracks in the void, each crack emanating a suffocating pressure.

"when."

The difficult second half of the sentence got stuck in his throat.

Dozens of blurry figures were slowly emerging from the cracks, their suspended postures strange and distorted, as if they were not bound by the physical laws of this world.

What's most chilling is that even though you can clearly sense their presence, you can never really focus your gaze on these figures, as if you're staring at a distorted space filled with human-shaped figures.

"Something from beyond the realm. Looks like we've caught something big this time."

An Jing took a step forward, and the moment his boots touched the ground, golden ripples spread across the entire space. His gaze was fixed intently on the ten distorted phantoms, his black robes fluttering wildly in the increasingly turbulent energy currents.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly. The figure on the far left, which was half a head taller than the others, was surrounded by ripples of spiritual energy that even made his divine sense feel a stinging pain.

The layers upon layers of oppressive force were so tangible that they squeezed the surrounding space, creating spiderweb-like cracks.

“Peak of the eleventh realm. No, he may have already touched the threshold of the twelfth realm.” An Jing made a fist with his right hand, and a long sword wrapped in spacetime turbulence slowly took shape in his palm. “It seems to be the leader of this group of extraterrestrial beings.”

Just then, the tallest black figure suddenly raised its right arm, which was covered in scales.

This seemingly casual action was like pressing a switch of some kind of law—the other nine black figures simultaneously slammed one knee into the ground, and the moment their knees touched the ground, the ruins of the entire city of terror trembled violently!
Click, click——

Countless building ruins were eerily frozen in mid-air, and even the flying debris remained motionless, maintaining its parabolic trajectory.

Nan suddenly groaned, blood seeping from his seven orifices. He was horrified to discover that his heartbeat had been forcibly synchronized with a slow drumbeat by some force.

"The ruler of emperors?!"

Nan's voice trembled as he stared intently at the crimson gaze beneath the silver helmet—that pure spiritual pressure was actually from the same source as Lord Anjing's! Even more terrifying was that the spatial ripples flowing around the other party clearly indicated that he had cultivated the laws of space to a level close to the Dao.

"Moreover, there are nine subordinate emperors."

His scales and claws convulsed uncontrollably. The aura emanating from these nine dark figures was ten times more terrifying than that of the old man they had encountered before!
They merely stood still in the void, yet they caused the space within a radius of a hundred miles to collapse and twist, and the black matter overflowing from the cracks could even devour light.

Or to put it another way, they are the true masters of this city!

"Humans. Interesting."

Two crimson lights flickered between the gaps in the silver-white knight's helmet.

As this whisper, which directly shook the soul, rang out, it was hard to see the veins on his arm twisting into strange runes under his skin. The shadowy leader slowly turned his neck, and the connection between his helmet and armor emitted a harsh metallic scraping sound.

The moment that bloodthirsty gaze locked onto An Jing, all the thousands of pebbles suspended in the air suddenly changed direction, like countless arrows ready to be released.

"Take him down."

At this command, a blinding crimson light burst forth from the slits in the knight's helmet.

The still world suddenly erupted into chaos as nine dark figures transformed into twisted streaks of light, swooping down and leaving behind long-lasting, black scars in their wake. The leader, meanwhile, slowly drew the deformed greatsword bound with chains from his waist.
"Interesting? I'll return that sentence to you verbatim."

An Jing's lips curled into a cold smile, and his slender fingers snapped lightly in the air—

[Delete Time - Activate!]

The crisp snap of fingers stretched endlessly through the frozen space and time. The entire world suddenly lost all color, transforming into a pure white canvas.

The ferocious expressions of dozens of emperors, the spatial ripples surging around Yuri, and the wide, terrified vertical pupils were all frozen into still silhouettes. An Jing strolled leisurely through this pure white realm, the hem of his black robe brushing against the solidified energy turbulence, stirring up ripples of spacetime.

He stopped in front of the nine shadowy emperors, observing with great interest their bodies frozen in a charging posture. The distorted spatial rifts and boiling mental energy fields had become comical specimens.

"It's truly... utterly devoid of any aesthetic appeal."

He casually flicked the forehead of the nearest dark figure.

This casual action caused the trajectory of the nine dark figures' attacks to be strangely deflected. The moment color returned to the world, nine deadly attacks that tore through space roared toward their master—the Dark Knight Emperor!

And the nine emperors were completely unaware that something was amiss.

"?!"

The Dark Knight Emperor's helmet jerked back, the crimson light from the gaps in his visor shrinking to the size of a pinhead. His greatsword, bound with chains, had only just risen halfway—

"--puff!!!"

Nine Emperor-level attacks, powerful enough to tear through the void, simultaneously pierced its body.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the jet-black armor in a fraction of a second. The energy that had been compressed to the extreme erupted one after another within its body, and each shock caused large clumps of viscous dark matter blood plasma to explode.

As it staggered backward, the entire space collapsed into a black hole-like vortex with its steps.

"Gurgle."

A chilling metallic hissing escaped its throat. As it looked down at its shattered breastplate, countless psychic tendrils burst forth from the wounds like black flames spilling from a punctured balloon.

Ironically, three of the spatial blades that pierced its heart still bore the marks it had personally bestowed upon its followers.

That's the magic of time deletion!

No matter how fast you are or how strong your attacks are, can you outrun time or outpace it?

Faced with overwhelming numerical power, even emperors are mere figureheads.

Want to defeat me? You'll have to at least touch my body. How can you defeat me if you can't even touch my body?
"It's a spatial method, and it's so fast that it changed the trajectory of everyone's attacks before I even noticed."

The knight laughed as it looked at the mangled body, and then, without hesitation, slashed horizontally at the black emperor beside it!
"--puff!"

The emperor then merged into its body in a bizarre way.

In just a moment, it regained its original combat strength.

"Relying on devouring one's own kind to regain strength, that's somewhat impressive, but not much," An Jing commented to Bu Gai.

“Indeed,” the knight nodded, unable to deny it.

"To deal with you, we will indeed need some unconventional methods."

"How will you dodge my next move?"

[The Silent Silver Requiem, activated!]

P.S.: Chapter Two is here!!!

(End of this chapter)