A Man Like None Other

Jared halted when he reached a specific point on the shield and gave it a gentle poke. Immediately, the shield started to shake violently.

"Right here. We need to attack the core together for this to work. Hurry, everyone. The illusion array won't hold them much longer," Jared urged them with anxiety in his voice. The group nodded in unison. Jared had, at some point, become their leader.

Jared took several steps back, and his body suddenly radiated with a brilliant, golden light. Wielding the Sacred Light Fist, he mercilessly struck the shield repeatedly.

The others also summoned their full strength and followed suit. None of them used their weapons; they were aware that weapon strikes would only bounce off the shield..

At that moment, the horde of cultivators unleashed a barrage of punches upon the shield, all targeting the same spot.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

None of them dared to slacken their relentless assault, giving it their all without pause. This is a matter of life and death. We'll be able to escape once we manage to break the shield.

cultivators started collapsing from sheer exhaustion, a result of the earlier battle

sweat, and their spiritual

remained just the same. He continued to unleash a torrent of

core here, Jared? Why hasn't it shattered yet?" Sunny asked, panting as he spoke. Jared didn't respond; instead, he maintained his relentless assault on the target. Talking was

attacking. All of them were nearing their limits, but they

array was beginning to weaken, and the elderly man was starting to awaken from the

potent illusion array to have ensnared even me. It seems you've absorbed

glare fixed on Jared. He understood that Jared was the mastermind behind the illusion array, and it was because

man had broken free from the illusionary realm. His expression turned

pace of his relentless assault. Each of his strikes sent shockwaves through

Jared striking the shield, realizing that Jared was targeting

you first in order to regain my peace." The elderly man pointed a finger, and a cloud of black mist materialized into a weapon in his hand, which he wielded as he swiftly darted