Time to move!

Time passed slowly in the eyes of the Ancients and Dilan's allies as they watched what unfolded right in front of them.

The battlefield of the Ancients seemed to have ceased to exist quite a while ago because nobody had the desire to fight anymore.

They just witnessed how Dilan was getting torn apart numerous times. It had probably been more than a hundred thousand times that he had been killed by the four Primordials that kept killing him.

They obliterated his head, twisted his entire body over and over again, incinerated his soul, and ripped out his organs over and over again.

Dilan endured the pain while fighting desperately to escape from the control of the Primordials. However, he had clearly underestimated them while overestimating his own capabilities.