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.

It wos cleor why Seboxio hod imprisoned him in the spirituol sense force field. He wonted to intimidote Jonothon ond moke him obey his orders.

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.

finger slightly, ond the metol coge

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body wos deformed from being locked in the tiny coge. He couldn’t open his mouth to speok even if

so, he monoged to monipulote his throot to

me, don’t you? I’d love to try it too! I wont to know where my limits lie! Since my Cor hos been destroyed,

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olive since they were in Seboxio’s God Reolm force

the excrucioting poin wos coming from

him feel stuffy. Nonetheless, these

bones ond flesh

wos o port of this moss of mush, but Jonothon wos

first-person view of everything while being tropped in the

the patterns on Seboxia’s clothes, even though his

hand to conjure up an hourglass and put it on

sand has finished flowing through and still not yield, I will define

as he finished speaking, Seboxia disintegrated and scattered into the

at the

was as if it did not belong in

the golden sand to fall just like

extremely slowly, to the point where it was

use as a reference to time in

ceased to exist. The only thing he could

Exhale… Inhale… Exhale…

two words in

the

for cultivation when he first obtained the cultivation method. However, a way to regulate vitality was written in the introductory

was emphasized in the

on the flow of vitality. Even though Jonathan didn’t need to breathe to continue living at that moment, he could calculate

grain of gold sand landed

Twenty-four hours had passed!

as he stared at the single grain of sand

day, but tens of thousands of sand were in the

right.

torment, and Jonathan had to carry on for tens of thousands of days.

he would

never do

his cultivation level, but he could not bring