Chapter 240 The Soul Of The Sword

• Ramsay’s eyes widened as the Mountain soul’s jagged sword arced down toward his neck. Every instinct screamed that this was the end — the final strike that would shatter everything he had fought for. He felt the crushing weight of inevitability press down on him, the world narrowing to the gleaming black edge above him. And then—time suddenly slowed.
• The sword, which had been an unstoppable force of death, now moved as if through thick honey, descending in a measured, torturous rhythm. Every second stretched, each motion magnified.
• Just then Ramsay suddenly felt a strange tug within his chest, a warmth and light coursing through his veins, and then, shockingly, his spirit lifted from his body. Though unconscious, his eyes remained wide open, seeing, understanding, aware.