“Such foolish recklessness…” Edward sneered, his voice filled with disdain. With a casual flick of his wrist, a powerful aura erupted from him.
This overwhelming force propelled Cloud and Feenix through the air, their bodies helplessly thrown by Edward’s immense power.
Crashing heavily, they collapsed to the ground, each coughing up streams of fresh blood. Their injuries were severe, painting a grim picture of their dire situation.
Cloud, in a desperate attempt to stand, found himself completely incapacitated.
Edward possessed immense power as an Eighth-Level Tribulator. In his presence, Cloud and Feenix seemed insignificant, like mere ants.
The intense fear instilled by Edward’s mere presence left Feenix and Cloud paralyzed.
Cloud’s expression was filled with anguish and frustration, highlighting his powerlessness against Edward’s strength.
On the sidelines, Jared observed the injured duo with an unwavering expression.
It seemed as though he had accepted his fate, acknowledging the looming shadow of death. He was painfully aware of his inability to save Cloud and Feenix from their plight.
“Are you both afraid of death?” Jared asked, his gaze fixed on his two companions.
“Fear? Since I’ve been under Mr. Chance’s guidance, I’ve let go of such concerns,” Cloud responded with determination. “To sacrifice my life for you would be the greatest honor.”
In Cloud’s eyes, Jared was like a deity, a symbol of righteousness and light. Despite Jared being only a Second-Level Tribulator, his esteem in Cloud’s heart remained unwavering.
“Master, my loyalty belongs to you. If we are fortunate enough to retain even a fragment of our souls, I wish to remain by your side,” Feenix declared, a weak smile curling her lips despite the fresh blood staining them.
Jared, watching his loyal companions, let out a laugh.
However, his laughter concealed a deep desire for vengeance.
His body began to glow with a radiant golden light, completely enveloping him as he activated Golem Body.
The legendary Dragonslayer Sword materialized in his hand, resonating with the roars and chants of dragons, while a majestic golden dragon manifested behind him.
Edward, witnessing Jared’s transformation, couldn’t help but furrow his brow in surprise. How could a Second-Level Tribulator emit such an overwhelming aura, rivaling even that of a Sixth-Level Tribulator?
Yet, as the sect leader of Celestial Sun Sect and an Eighth-Level Tribulator, Edward remained undeterred, confident in his superiority.
“Jared, go now!”
In the midst of this tense standoff, a figure darted out from behind Jared. It was Catina, who had escaped from her engagement with Celestial Darkmore Sect and rushed to aid Jared against Celestial Sun Sect.
Following her, a whip lashed out towards Edward.
Despite being a Seventh-Level Tribulator, she was no match for Edward. Her objective was clear-to buy time for Jared’s escape, without regard for her own life.
However, this turn of events increased the pressure on Igor and Montane Daemon.
Elsewhere, the fierce battle between Montane Daemon and Heinrik was escalating, while Igor was occupied with holding back the numerous cultivators of Celestial Darkmore Sect.
Both of them were aware of Jared’s predicament but were entangled in their own battles.
“Hmph, such audacity. A mere Seventh-Level Tribulator dares to challenge me,” Edward scoffed, astonishingly seizing Catina’s long whip in his grasp.
A surge of white mist followed, racing along the whip towards Catina.
She swiftly attempted to dispel the mist, but it was too fast, reaching her eyes in an instant. Frost began to form on her arm, rapidly spreading across her body.
“This is frost energy…” Jared, realizing the gravity of the situation, prepared to intervene with a strike of demonic fire to assist Catina.
“Go now! Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. Hurry, leave immediately!” Catina shouted at Jared, her gaze filled with determination. She understood that any more hesitation would spell disaster for everyone, and it was crucial for Jared to make his escape.
