A Man Like None Other

The Skywolf Sect members hesitated to make any abrupt movements within the white mist as the boundary between reality and illusion became increasingly blurred for them.

“Kyan, you need to figure out a solution. None of us dares to move,” someone shouted anxiously.

“Yeah, I’m afraid to make any moves. There’s someone in front of me, but I’m not sure if it’s a hallucination.”

“Who’s attacking me! Are you blind?”

“Sorry, I thought it was just an illusion.”

“I can’t see anything! The mist is too thick…”

The Skywolf Sect members started clamoring, causing Kyan to furrow his brow. He realized that he needed to dispel the mist first. Otherwise, they would remain trapped.

With a cold glint in his eyes, Kyan took out a delicately crafted small gourd from his pocket. This gourd was adorned with a peculiar flower engraving.

chanted an incantation, causing the small gourd to emit a radiant light and expand

reached the size of a water bucket, Kyan opened it. A vigorous suction

have the Devouring Sky Gourd. Otherwise, we would be

snorted, watching the gourd radiate divine light as it sucked in everything around it. Soon, the white mist

they had been wandering

away stood a cultivator emitting the aura of a Sixth Level Tribulator. Following that, Kyan shifted his gaze to Jared and Rosetta. As they were new Tribulator cultivators,

followers and that the real powerhouse was the Sixth

look at all these weapons scattered on the ground. They must be divine weapons. We’re going to be

indifferent, they must be

earlier, resulting in the death of several of their members. Now, caution was necessary. Since

to? We from the Skywolf Sect don’t want to be

not uttering a word. He seemed like a puppet. Yet, his aura continued to spread out endlessly, seemingly warning the

too arrogant. How could he