บท 1645: Who Are You?

'How could I forget …' Dyon's eyes glowed as his strike worked far better than he could have ever imagined.

[Judgement] represented the pinnacle of what a soul path cultivator could muster with their strength. However, it wasn't simply a powerful strike… It sent those who faced it to a hell on earth.

For those of the Ancient Battlefield who had only ever trained their bodies in their lifetime, how could they be prepared for such an assault on their souls? The physical damage of Dyon's strike was no more than a faint white mark on the chief's wrist, but even still, he froze in place, his weapon falling to their ground as a look of horror marked his expressions.

In the next instant, his shoulder and leg were pierced by two spears. Though the pain awoke him from the illusion, it was already too late.