Grey's instincts screamed—move—even before the silver spear closed the distance.
But it was futile.
An overwhelming force locked onto him like fate itself. A suffocating pressure crashed down, rooting his limbs in place. He couldn't even twitch.
'What is this feeling?'
Panic bloomed in his heart.
In the blink of a nanosecond, he felt it, his death. Not as a possibility, but as a certainty. As if the universe had already recorded his end.
Even before the spear touched him, blood welled from his chest, no wound, just raw pain searing through his chest.
The spear's power seemed to transcend space and time itself.
Grey's heart quaked with dread.
He has already used Drayken's Aura Lightning and his body has faced a terrifying backlash, there was no escape for him.
Only death awaited.
***
"Do you wish to join the Mount Hua Sect, expert?" asked a middle-aged man wearing traditional Taoist robes, his sword-like eyebrows sharp and dignified. His tone brimmed with respect.
