Constantly stretching and thickening, bizarrely splitting without any pattern, the speed at which the black cracks expanded was beyond everyone’s expectations. Air cavalry were continuously swallowed by the suddenly appearing black spatial rifts, and even a slight brush from the edge would tear them apart, the speed so fast that it was impossible to guard against. The growth of the spatial rifts was almost unhindered; wherever they passed, everything was directly devoured into a void. The destructive power of the spatial element made no distinction in strength—so long as you were within the killing radius, a touch meant instant death, a graze meant annihilation.

Whether it was the air cavalry of the Silan Empire or the Texi Empire, all were scared out of their wits. Their speed of escape couldn’t even keep up with the spread of “Spatial Absolute Prison!” It was simply terrifying.

Roar...

Just a dozen meters away, a giant dragon of the Silan Empire and its rider were caught off guard as a spatial rift, thin as a forearm, swept past in an instant. The massive dragon’s body was silently severed in two and fell, its desperate, long wail rapidly fading. The dragon rider, flung away, didn’t even have time to be rescued before another spatial rift swept off his head, and his headless body was helplessly sucked into the rift.

The Silan Empire’s dragon rider formation was thrown into chaos by the sudden eruption of spatial rifts.

“Fly! Hurry!”

“With all your strength!”

“Break through!”

More than one dragon rider poured all their battle energy into their dragon partners, hoping to gain even a sliver more speed. The sky was filled with the roars and howls of dragons; everyone’s eyes were bloodshot as they desperately urged their battle energy. This was even more perilous than the earlier melee. Rather than being torn to pieces by the spatial rifts without any defense, they would rather perish together with the Texi Empire’s air cavalry.

On the other side, the Texi Empire’s air cavalry suffered even more miserably. Their individual combat strength was not high, and their flying speed and endurance were far inferior to the dragons. In the blink of an eye, more than half were swallowed by the spatial rifts, nearly leading to total annihilation.

At the ground command post, the highest commander of the Texi Empire was almost tearing out his own beard. Once the grand forbidden spell was unleashed, it was almost completely out of control. Even with a team of spatial mages, they couldn’t control the movement of its power; otherwise, the battlefield would have already turned into a one-sided massacre.

The soldiers in the melee were horrified to find that their bodies suddenly seemed to lose weight. At first, they were delighted to discover they could leap great distances and easily break into the enemy’s ranks. But soon they realized that once they left the ground, they could no longer descend, flailing helplessly as they slowly rose into the air. When they finally saw clearly the deep “Spatial Absolute Prison!” in the sky, like a gigantic, spiky monster, its darkness engulfing the heavens and earth, they all howled in despair.

“Get the mage corps to stop immediately!” When the highest commander of the Texi Empire saw that a large number of his own soldiers were also being drawn into the forbidden spell’s area of effect, he hurriedly gave the order.

“It can’t be stopped! The forbidden spell is completely out of control! We’re finished, we’re doomed!” The legion commander of the magic corps, Archmage Margus, rushed to the Texi Empire’s commander, his face deathly pale, his voice completely out of tune.

The opposing side, the Silan Empire’s magic corps leader, was almost equally desperate. The key to a forbidden spell was not its power, but its control. A forbidden spell out of control meant mutual destruction; otherwise, how could it be called a forbidden spell?

Looking again at the spatial mage phalanx, those precious spatial mages were all suspended in the air, no longer calm as before. Their faces had lost all color, eyes rolled back, bodies convulsing, as if they were chickens being strangled and hung in the air, their magic power frantically drained by the now out-of-control forbidden spell. Some mages, unable to withstand such extraction, even had their life force forcibly drawn out, rapidly aging—wrinkles, liver spots, white hair, and withering all appeared in quick succession, as if time was racing by, until they finally turned to a puff of dust.

“Spatial Absolute Prison!” truly lived up to its name as a grand forbidden spell. In just a dozen breaths from eruption to expansion, it had already swept across nearly half the battlefield. Countless soldiers were devoured, vanishing into a sea of despairing darkness.

The Silan Empire’s dragon riders fell into despair and chaos, dodging left and right to desperately avoid the spatial rifts around them, fleeing with all their might to escape the killing range of “Spatial Absolute Prison!”

“Morgan! Morgan!” Morgan heard someone calling his name. He looked in the direction of the voice, and his face suddenly changed. The fire dragon Michael and Arthur were already at the end of their strength. Already seriously wounded, and now dragging the heavy burden of Grant, they were gradually being pulled toward a black spatial rift.

Though Grant was being carried in the fire dragon’s claws, his mount, the wyvern, was not stupid. It flapped its wings desperately to lighten the fire dragon’s load. This was also why Arthur hadn’t abandoned the wyvern. As for young master Grant, the only son of the Minister of Civil Affairs, he had long since lost his former swagger. Facing the spatial rift so close at hand, his face was pale and bloodless, unable to utter a sound.

“Arthur! Hold on! Throw that damned Grant off! He’ll drag you down!” Morgan shouted loudly at Arthur. To abandon his close friend Arthur, who had grown up with him in the training camp, and escape alone—he simply could not do it.