The others were dumbstruck with terror upon witnessing that scene. After all, the man in green was at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Six, yet was killed by Jared in one strike. He didn’t even have a chance to fight back.
They then began to back away, every one of them looking at Jared in fear. However, Jared disregarded them. Instead, was staring into the void while frowning. It was because sensed that several auras had already locked onto him, and they were all exceedingly terrifying
“If a fight breaks out later, I want you to run immediately…” Jared said to Jemima.
“I won’t leave you behind!” Jemima asserted, shaking head.
“I’ll be free from worries if you run, but If you stay here, I’ll be distracted,” Jared explained.
Jemima knew Jared had a point, so nodded in agreement. “Did you notice something?”
“Someone’s coming, and they’re really strong!”
No sooner had those words left Jared’s lips than the surrounding void began to quiver. Then, three figures gradually emerged.
Along with their appearance, the surrounding air seemed to freeze under an even more terrifying pressure.
Jemima clung tightly to the corner of Jared’s clothes, fingertips icy cold.
Meanwhile, the wandering cultivators who had originally surrounded the duo had retreated five hundred kilometers away. They were looking up into the void, their faces etched with pure terror.
Buzz!
Cracks appeared In the space around them, as if a glass had been broken. Accompanied by a blinding golden light, three figures slowly stepped forward.
The elderly man leading the group was dressed in a dark purple robe adorned with eight trigrams. The hem of his robe was embroidered with patterns of shifting constellations.
With each step took, a faint golden rune would appear beneath his feet. His face was gaunt, and his hair was as white as snow, neatly tied up with a dark green bamboo hairpin.
His eyes were half-open as If were both asleep and awake. However, the occasional glint that flashed across them made the wandering cultivators below feel as if they were being pierced by icicles.
The elderly man held a dragon walking stick. The eyes of the dragon were made from two dark red gemstones that carried a subtle crimson glow. Every time the walking stick touched the ground, ripples seemed to spread through the void.
The most terrifying aspect about was the aura emitted. It was akin to an abyss that had been dormant for centuries. While it appeared calm, it concealed a terrifying power capable of consuming everything.
The burly middle-aged man who followed closely behind presented a completely different style.
Jagged scars marred his bare chest, each one resembling a hibernating dragon that was ready to strike at any time. His muscles were massive, radiating explosive power. Even though was just standing, his immense presence alone was capable of causing the surrounding space to crack.
The middle-aged man was only dressed in a pair of black pants made from beast skin with a broken blade hanging at his waist. The blade was pitch black and devoid of any shine, yet it radiated a murderous intent that could make one’s soul shudder.
His features were rugged with thick eyebrows slanting downward.
At that moment, was staring fixedly at Jared with his large eyes. His gaze was filled with undisguised greed and savagery, reminiscent of a vicious beast locking onto its prey.
The last woman to appear possessed an oddly captivating allure. She was adorned in a striking red gown with red spider lilies stitched into the hem with golden thread. As moved, a subtle fragrance trailed behind her, captivating and enthralling to all who caught a whiff of it.
Her beauty was breathtaking, skin fairer than snow. Beneath delicately arched eyebrows were alluring, bright eyes. Yet, beneath their captivating allure, there lurked a chilling intent, reminiscent of a venomous snake ready to strike.
Her hair was a glossy jet black, held up by a crimson hairpin. A few strands of hair hung by cheeks, lending an air of seductiveness.
She was toying with a crimson bell in hand. Every slight sway of the bell produced a sound that could pierce one’s soul, causing many of the wandering cultivators with lower cultivation levels to cover their ears and groan In agony.
As soon as the three of them appeared, it seemed as if all the spiritual energy in the realm had been frozen in place.
The terrifying pressure of a cultivator at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine descended over the area, making it difficult for all living creatures below them to even breathe.
