Bab 591: Behemoth [3]

"Kneel."

The Primal Sovereign spoke with austerity. Even within the God Ensnaring Formation, he was able to partially control space.

Although this level wasn't enough to threaten these Demigods, it was able to jolt their minds. It was a display of power, a move to disturb their psyches.

And not even a breath later, he moved. The Primal Sovereign's body flickered out of existence, appearing next to the Ataraxian Demigod that he'd injured during the previous clash.

His arm swept down, coated with furious torrents of mana.

The Ataraxian Demigod's complexion paled. The strike he took from the Primal Sovereign earlier wasn't a joke. He'd recovered slightly, but he still wasn't in peak condition yet.

Against this sudden attack, he could only desperately raise his mana in defense.

Pah!

The Primal Sovereign's arm tore through the mana barrier like paper, continuing on with its momentum until it pierced into the Ataraxian Demigod's chest.