The emerald beams of decay pierced through the shield like poisonous needles, striking Lynch squarely in the chest with precision! A cold sense of alienation exploded instantly, his flesh turning ashen and collapsing, while deep brown bark-like patterns crazily spread, tearing the skin and sucking away his immense life force.
The patterns of decay had already climbed up his neck, and his bones emitted faint moans. His soul was drowning in weakness and the stench of rotting vegetation—he seemed on the verge of transforming into a twisted, withered tree in the garden!
Just as Lynch appeared doomed to be buried here, a mark of time flickered in his eyes.
Immediately, a barely perceptible but extremely concentrated silver ripple spread outward from his body, gently enveloping the surrounding space within a few feet. Everywhere the ripple touched, it seemed as though an invisible hand forcibly turned back the frame of time by a notch!
