112: Chapter 111 The Time-Traveling Domain: One Person Terrifies 100,000!

Clang.

The sound of weapons being discarded echoed continuously throughout the vast underground abyss.

Fear spread through the remaining army like a plague, moving with terrifying speed.

There was no flashing of blades or shadows of swords, nor were there any world-destroying spells clashing against one another.

With just the light sound of a snap of his fingers, Lin Mo had completely shattered the psychological defenses of the Dragon Temple's elites.

The originally impenetrable phalanx collapsed instantly. Countless black-armored soldiers scrambled to turn around, sprinting madly toward the exit of the abyss passage.

“Come back! Everyone, get back here!”

The Black-Scaled Dragon General roared hysterically.

He violently swung his dark-red halberd, slicing several of the foremost deserters in half at the waist.

Blood splattered onto the pitch-black rocky ground, but it failed to serve as a deterrent at all.

The army had spiraled completely out of control.

Everyone bypassed him; some even released spells on their own comrades just to fight for a spot in the narrow passage.

On the high platform.

Lin Mo swallowed a fruit fed to him by the princess. Watching the Dragon Temple army scurrying around like sewer rats below, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

“Running? You want to run, is that it?”

Lin Mo shifted into a more comfortable position on his lounge chair and reached out to yawn.

“Running counts as time too, you know.”

The second hand had just skipped past the sixtieth mark.

“Snap.”

Lin Mo raised his right hand and casually snapped his fingers.

At the entrance of the abyss passage, the six thousand dragon soldiers who had run the fastest and were about to step out of the underground abyss vanished into thin air.

The originally crowded passage was instantly emptied of a large section.

Seeing this, the deserters behind them felt their legs go weak with terror, stumbling and crawling, yet the instinct for survival still drove them to continue surging outward.

“What a hassle, running off at the drop of a hat.”

Lin Mo looked at the deserters scattered across every corner of the plaza and frowned with some dissatisfaction.

If he let them run like this, a few might actually manage to escape.

In that case, he might as well try the new domain evolved from Time Cage.

Lin Mo sat up straight, a mischievous smile appearing on his face.

[Time Cage (Level 6920)]

[Effect (Complete Version): Instantly locks the current time of designated targets and teleports them to specific coordinates.]

[Cooldown: 1 minute]

[Cost: 1,000,000 Mana]

(For every level gained, the number of lockable targets increases by 1.)

(Current number of lockable targets: 6,922)

[Advanced Effect 1: Time Lockdown]

[Effect: After targets are moved, they will be imprisoned for 1 second and unable to leave. (For every level gained, imprisonment time increases by 1 second; currently 6,920 seconds)]

[Advanced Effect: Time Leap Domain]

[Effect: Every 60 seconds that pass, the current coordinates of targets within the domain are changed, causing them to return to the coordinates they occupied 60 seconds ago.]

(Initial Range: 1 kilometer radius; for every level gained, the range increases by 1 kilometer.)

The Time Leap Domain was the domain evolved from Time Cage.

With Lin Mo's skill level at 6920...

The domain's range was a full 6,920 kilometers!!

Within one minute, these guys simply could not leave the range of Lin Mo's domain.

When the one-minute mark was reached, they would automatically be teleported back to where they were a minute prior.

This was the equivalent of... running in place.

A translucent ripple imperceptible to ordinary people centered on Lin Mo and instantly swept across the entire underground abyss plaza, which was over ten kilometers in length and width.

A Fourth Class Advancement magic-type Dragon General had just cast seven haste spells on himself.

He burned his life essence, moving so fast he left afterimages in mid-air.

In just fifty seconds, he rushed to the very edge of the abyss passage.

As long as he took one more step forward, he could escape to safety!

“I lived! I survived!”

The ecstasy of a survivor appeared on his face as he violently stepped his right foot forward.

Swish!

The exit of the passage before his eyes suddenly distorted.

A sense of weightlessness washed over him.

The next second, he fell hard onto the solid rock ground.

The magic Dragon General looked up blankly and glanced around.

Nearby was the familiar base of the White Bone Altar, the familiar high platform, and the demon sitting in the lounge chair atop it.

He had returned to the starting point.

He was back at the position where he had just dropped his staff and started running sixty seconds ago!

It wasn't just him; throughout the entire underground abyss...

All the deserters who had run to the passage entrance, to the edge of the rock walls, or hidden in underground crevices...

In the exact same second, accompanied by white light, they all fell back in perfect order to the positions they had occupied one minute ago.

The entire abyss plaza instantly became incredibly crowded.

The remaining eighty thousand-plus people were piled on top of each other, all of them looking completely bewildered.

“This is an illusion! It must be an illusion! Don't stop, keep running!”

The Double-Axe Dragon General scrambled up from the pile of people and roared frantically.

The will to survive drove this group of elites to scramble to their feet again and sprint madly in all directions.

Fifty seconds later, that Fourth Class Advancement magic Dragon General arrived at the passage entrance once more.

Thirty centimeters.

The tip of his nose could even feel the natural breeze blowing in from the outside world.

Swish!

A flash of white light.

He fell back beneath the White Bone Altar again.

The third escape attempt.

The fourth escape attempt.

The fifth escape attempt.

...

No matter what escape techniques they used, no matter how much life essence they burned, and no matter how fast they ran...

Every time the sixtieth second arrived, everyone would return to their original starting point without the slightest error.

It was like a swarm of headless flies trapped in a transparent glass jar; they thought they saw a way out, but they were forever spinning in place.

Hope, shattered.

Hope given again, only to be crushed once more.

This extreme psychological torture caused the remaining eighty thousand-plus Dragon Temple elites to scream in despair!

When he was teleported beneath the White Bone Altar for the seventh time, that Fourth Class Advancement magic Dragon General did not get up again.

His knees buckled, and he knelt directly on the ground, covering his face and wailing loudly.

“I'm not running! I'm not running anymore!”

“Kill me! Just give me a quick death!”

With his collapse, swaths of black-armored soldiers knelt to the ground.

Weapons were scattered everywhere as the sounds of wailing and pleading echoed through the underground abyss, deafeningly loud.

On the high platform.

The Sixth Princess, Princess Ling Yun, was massaging Lin Mo's temples, her hands shaking like a sieve.

She looked down at those Dragon Temple generals and elites who were once high and mighty and insufferably arrogant.

At this moment, they were kneeling on the ground like hogs waiting for slaughter, their eyes filled only with deep despair and boundless agony.

How could a person like this possess such power?

Power of this magnitude should not even exist in the lower realm!

“Don't shake, your pressure is off.”

Lin Mo patted the back of her hand.

Princess Ling Yun quickly bit her lip, forcing herself to steady her hands as she continued to serve him with all her heart.

“It would have been so much better if you'd been this well-behaved from the start.”

Lin Mo stood up and walked to the edge of the high platform, looking down at the dense crowd below as if he were looking at a field of lush leeks ready for harvest.

“Now, it's time for you to head to your workstations.”

Lin Mo raised his right hand.

Snap!

Seven thousand people vanished on the spot, packed up and thrown into the Law Space.

Snap!

Another eight thousand people were gone!

Snap!

To the north, ten thousand people vanished instantly.

The sound of snapping fingers became the only rhythm in the underground abyss.

The Dragon Temple elites knelt where they were, wailing in despair.

Not a single person resisted; they all waited in despair for their fate.

Ten minutes later.

The originally crowded and noisy underground abyss plaza, which had gathered a hundred thousand elites, had become empty.

Only weapons scattered across the ground, discarded armor, and the single living person who had not been taken away remained, standing below the White Bone Altar.

The Black-Scaled Dragon General.

His hand holding the halberd hung limply at his side, and his entire being seemed to have had its soul sucked out.

Ten minutes.

An army of a hundred thousand, and over a hundred Fifth Class Advancement colleagues.

Right under his nose, wave after wave had vanished into thin air, with not even a speck of dust remaining.

He couldn't even find enough people to man the formation eyes for the Dragon God World-Destroying Array he had worked so hard to assemble.

“A devil... you are a devil...”

The Black-Scaled Dragon General murmured unconsciously, his eyes glazed over and his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.

His mind was already teetering on the edge of total insanity.