With a roar, Orestes spun around and charged at one of the samurai statues, his fist coming down hard once again.
At the same time, Cordelia giggled as pounced forward while shaking the crimson bell in hand wildly.
Countless crimson sound waves intertwined into a large net, falling onto the other samurai statue and Jared.
As for Lefwald, stood at a distance. With a gentle tap of his dragon walking stick, countless golden runes materialized in the air, forming a massive Array of Eight Trigrams that enveloped Jared and the two samurai statues. Clearly, intended to trap them inside the arcane array.
The three experts of Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine worked together in perfect coordination to subdue Jared and his two samurai statues.
Orestes relentlessly assaulted the samurai statue with his brute force, each collision releasing a thunderous boom.
Cordelia’s crimson sound waves were penetrative, and was attempting to break through the other samurai statue’s defenses.
Lefwald’s Array of Eight Trigrams kept shrinking, limiting their space to move around.
Jared found himself embroiled in a tough battle. As fended off the onslaught, also had to counter the strategic attacks from Lefwald.
His wounds kept increasing, causing his clothes to be stained with blood. Yet, his eyes grew brighter, and swung the Dragonslayer Sword faster and faster. Every strike carried an unstoppable sword intent.
“Jared!” Trapped outside the barrier, Jemima was so frantic that tears were streaming down face. She desperately pounded on the runic barrier, but it was useless.
All could do was watch Jared fight bravely against the joint attacks of the three experts while being bathed in blood. “Hang in there! You must hang in there!”
The wandering cultivators watching from afar were left dumbstruck. They had never witnessed such a fierce battle before.
Jared was only at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Four, yet managed to last for so long under the joint attacks of three cultivators at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine. Not only that, but also summoned two powerful battle puppets.
The wandering cultivators’ minds were blown, and they whispered among themselves.
“Just… Just what kind of creature is this Jared? He’s at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Four! Even an ordinary cultivator at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine would be killed instantly when faced with three opponents of the same cultivation level…”
“How terrifying! His sword and those two battle puppets are nothing short of extraordinary! The magical items from the ancient ruins could be even more powerful than we could ever imagine!”
“Look at him. Even though he’s injured, there isn’t a hint of fear in his eyes. On the contrary, his gaze seems to be getting even fiercer! Could be hiding a trump card up his sleeve?”
When Lefwald realized they were having the upper hand and numerous cracks had appeared on the bodies of the two samurai statues, his eyes glinted. In a deep voice, said, “That’s enough! Let’s end this!”
With a forceful thump of his dragon walking stick, a brilliant golden light erupted from the Array of Eight Trigrams. Countless runes transformed into razor-sharp swords, shooting toward Jared.
Orestes and Cordelia also launched their attacks at the same time.
With a single punch, Orestes shattered the shoulder of one of the samurai statues. On the other hand, Cordelia’s crimson bell emitted a piercing screech that caused the movements of another samurai statue to falter.
“Shoot!”
Seeing this, Jared’s heart sank.
At that critical juncture, gritted his teeth, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes. He knew would die here if didn’t play his trump card now.
“Mr. Vermilion, help me!” Jared let out a furious roar in his consciousness field.
“So, you’ve finally decided to ask for my help, huh? It’s been so long since you let me possess you to unwind!” Deep within Jared’s consciousness field, Vermilion Demon Lord added in a bantering tone, “It’s also a good opportunity to see how much of my power your body can handle!”
As soon as finished speaking, a destructive aura erupted from Jared’s consciousness field. As if a volcano was erupting, a black, ink-like energy burst forth from within him, enveloping his entire body in an instant.
“What… What aura is that?” Lefwald’s expression changed, his eyes revealing a trace of panic for the first time. “It’s even more terrifying than the aura of a cultivator at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine! This brat… He actually has such a scary existence hidden within his body?”
