The moment the curse took effect, an invisible force reached into the old man's very existence and seized the life essence sustaining him.
There was no brilliant flash of light. No earth-shattering explosion shook the surrounding waters. Not even a visible ripple spread across the ethereal barrier.
The forbidden ability worked in silence. And it couldn't be stopped due to the formation isolating the two.
Since the curse worked on souls, unless a powerful soul-essence-specific formation was cast, the defence offered by the traditional formation was useless. This was what Aksai had decided to initially rely on to brute-force Humyein's way out.
The elderly sword cultivator's eyes widened as he felt something inexplicable happening to his body. Before he could comprehend the danger, the remaining lifespan he had accumulated over centuries began to drain away at an astonishing rate.
Ten years.
Thirty years.
Fifty years.
