“There’s no need to struggle. This particular formation of space and time is derived from a strand of time that I stole from the Immortal King when I fled Multitude City. It won’t harm high level kings, but it’s an absolute walk in the park to execute a bunch of mid and low level kings.”

Rumble!

The formation activated; the Spacetime King wasn’t giving Dragonfeather and the others a chance to speak or react.

Dragonfeather struck out with his sword, but his movement was negated by the terrifying poison of time. Even his flying sword dissolved into nothingness.

“Wait! We are willing to withdraw from the Dragonling Assembly!” roared the Mountain King.

“Too late,” Spacetime said coolly. “It’s impossible to stop the formation once it activates and it won’t end until it kills everyone inside. You may lay down and die now. Don’t worry, you don’t...