The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 1037-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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Hence, it didn’t motter if Jonothon begged or octed unyielding becouse Seboxio would never let him go so eosily.

In thot cose, I might os well oct tougher.

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lungs mode him feel

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port of this moss of mush, but Jonothon

while being tropped in the coge. Yet, ot the some

on Seboxia’s clothes, even though his eyes had long

an

the sand has finished flowing through and still not yield, I will define you as an unconquerable person to release you. Of course, you can always

as he finished speaking, Seboxia disintegrated and scattered into

stared at the

was as if it did not belong in

golden sand to fall just like slow motion in the

the point where it was impossible to see the traces of

could use as a reference

and pulse ceased to exist. The only thing he could use as a reference was

Inhale… Exhale… Inhale…

kept repeating these two words in his

the most fundamental entry-level cultivation skill

obtained the cultivation method. However, a way to regulate vitality was written in

and also what was emphasized in the whole chapter, was

though Jonathan didn’t need to breathe to continue living at that moment, he could calculate time by thinking

of gold sand landed at the

Twenty-four hours had passed!

despair as he stared at the single

signified a day, but tens of

is right. This

inhumane torment, and Jonathan had to carry on for tens of thousands of days. He might go crazy even if the sand had not finished

he would admit defeat to

would never

subdue the opponent using the spiritual energy at his cultivation level, but