Jared began cultivating at full speed, using every resource the forbidden ground had to offer. He had no idea how much time had passed, but by the end, every single resource in the forbidden ground had been completely drained.
The sheer abundance of power propelled him to the top level Human Immortal Realm Level Three. Even all the resources in this entire sect had only managed to raise him a fraction of a level. Jared felt a mix of excitement and disbelief.
Should I laugh or cry? He could not even imagine how many resources future cultivation would demand.
“Mr. Vermilion, how long have I been cultivating?” Jared asked, looking to the Vermilion Demon Lord. “A little over three years,” the Vermilion Demon Lord replied.
Jared frowned. Three years inside the Pentacarna Tower meant just over ten days had passed outside. Exiting the Pentacarna Tower, Jared looked at the crystal coffin. With a gesture of his hands, a barrier appeared, wrapping the coffin completely.
“Mr. Vermilion, the barrier is set. Ordinary people won’t be able to find this place. Once I contact Mr. Sanders, I’ll make sure he revives Selene.” Jared continued, “We need to leave now. If anyone from Malevolent Path Hall finds this place, even the coffin won’t be safe.”
“Good…” Vermilion Demon Lord replied with a single word. Jared understood. Deep down, Vermilion Demon Lord wished he could stay with Selene, but he also knew he could not revive her or fully protect her remains for now.
Jared stepped out of the forbidden ground, then quickly set up an illusion array around its perimeter. This made it even harder for anyone to locate the sect’s ancient ruins, essentially a double layer of protection. But just moments after he left, several terrifying auras suddenly locked onto him.
“Damn, already?” Jared muttered. He had not expected them to find him so quickly. His eyes narrowed. In the next instant, he vanished in a flash of light. Behind him, four black streaks of energy shot forward, chasing him relentlessly.
Soon, Jared was cornered. Four silhouettes blocked his path. He held the Dragonslayer Sword firmly, gazing at the four silhouettes before him.
Four waves of oppressive pressure slammed toward him simultaneously, testing his strength. It was clear that these four silhouettes were extremely cautious, showing no sign of underestimating him despite his outward cultivation level.
Jared did not dodge or retreat as the four oppressive auras barreled toward him. Instead, he swung Dragonslayer Sword, and a flash of blade shattered the incoming pressures into nothingness.
The four silhouettes froze for a moment, their eyes widening in clear shock.
The lead silhouette suddenly flickered, shooting forward like a meteor streaking through the night toward Jared. Instead of fear, a thrill surged through him. He condensed his own sword intent into a beam of light and surged forward to meet the charge.
One-on-one, Jared never backed down.
Swish! Both blades struck at the same time. The stranger’s sword was formed entirely from condensed demonic aura, a black, volatile energy shaped into a weapon.
Jared ignored Dragonslayer Sword, letting it hover at his side. He drew the raw sword intent from his body, shaping it into a pale, humming blade. No metal, no advantage, just his will against theirs.
A one-on-one like this, using pure power instead of real swords, was about as fair as it could be.
Boom! A deafening blast shook the world. In an instant, the sky and earth changed color, and within a radius of five hundred kilometers, the void cracked apart like shattered glass.
Under the laws of nature, the broken space quickly knitted itself back together. Jared slid backward several steps before regaining his balance. The silhouette facing him also staggered back a few paces.
“Oakley…” The remaining three silhouettes rushed forward the moment they saw it.
None of them expected Jared to hold his ground in a completely even one-on-one clash. After all, Jared was only at Human Immortal Realm Level Three, while all of them were Top Level Human Immortal Realm Level Nine.
