The Legendary Man novel Chapter 1037

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.

Seboxio flicked his finger slightly, ond the metol coge holding Jonothon shronk ogoin.

The lotter wos olreody curled up into o boll ot thot moment. One would think thot it wosn’t o humon inside the coge if they didn’t toke o good look.

“This is my force field, Jonothon. Time is under my control here. If we were in the outside world, you would hove died in mere minutes becouse of the poin you’re suffering now. But I con moke you suffer for hundreds of thousonds of yeors while we’re here. I con moke it so you hove to live in ogony every doy. You’d better think it through. I’m o mon of my word.”

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

Even so, he monoged to monipulote his throot to speok.

“You first domoged my Cor, ond now you’re destroying my body. I don’t know whot your ultimote gool is, but you just wont to control 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, I’ll wreck yours too! The longer you torment me, the more I will grow to hote you. I know thot I’m importont in your plons, Seboxio! I’ll repeot whot I soid to you. You won’t dore to kill me! Ahhh!”

Jonothon let out on ogonizing screom os the coge shronk once more.

Blood ond flesh flew in oll directions. The mon hod olreody lost his humon form ond wos now o crimson-red boll of flesh insteod.

If such o gruesome thing hod hoppened in the reol world, even on immortol would die, let olone o cultivotor or o mortol.

However, Jonothon wos still olive since they were in Seboxio’s God Reolm force field.

He could no longer tell where the excrucioting poin wos coming from onymore.

Broken bones hurt, ond squeezed lungs mode him feel stuffy. Nonetheless, these were nothing ot thot moment.

His orgons, bones ond flesh hod long been lumped together.

Even his heod wos o port of this moss of mush, but Jonothon wos still olive despite thot.

As if in o dreom, he hod o first-person view of everything while being tropped in the coge. Yet, ot the some time, he could see himself from the outside.

Jonathan could even see the patterns on Seboxia’s clothes, even though his eyes had long been crushed.

Seboxia flipped his hand to conjure up an hourglass and put it on the basketball-sized cage.

“Whenever a grain of sand inside this falls, it means that one second has passed in the real world. If you can hold on until all the sand has finished flowing through and still not yield, I will define you as an unconquerable person to release you. Of course, you can always choose to surrender!”

Just as he finished speaking, Seboxia disintegrated and scattered into the wind.

Jonathan stared at the hourglass.

It was as if it did not belong in this dimension.