A Man Like None Other

The man’s face contorted into a sinister expression, sending shivers down the spines of Jared and his companions. With a swift motion, he produced a mysterious charm from his pocket.

It was adorned with eerie etchings of malevolent spirits baring their fangs and claws. As soon as the charm was revealed, an ominous breeze swept through the air, casting a chilling aura over Jared and his comrades.

In a low, guttural voice, the man muttered incantations under his breath, weaving a dark spell. Suddenly, the charm erupted, unleashing a horde of malevolent spirits in a chaotic burst. Following that, enigmatic array runes enveloped Jared and his companions.

“Who would have thought that such a high-level charm existed in the Ethereal Realm…”

As Jared observed the charm unveiled by the mysterious man, astonishment washed over him. In the Ethereal Realm, even the simplest communication device demanded a price, and the skill to craft charms was a coveted rarity.

It struck Jared as truly remarkable that this man possessed the ability to produce such an advanced and potent charm.

At this moment, Jared found himself thinking of Flaxseed. If Flaxseed were here, this man’s charm would pale in comparison, akin to mere discarded trash. After all, Flaxseed was no ordinary practitioner but an advanced charm master.

around Jared and his companions, casting an eerie aura that saturated the air. The group found their vision blurring, heads spinning with

Ghouls. Everyone

yellow charm from her person, and with determination in her eyes, she bit her finger and

enveloped the area. The disoriented group, including Jared, found themselves revitalized, their senses sharpened and alert once more

expected her proficiency in charms despite her

Despite their modest cultivation level, they’re esteemed as among the finest in this field. Many practitioners across the southern region rely on the Summers family for their charms,”

under her breath. It became

your level of skill, you think

he gently pressed his palm down, unleashing a horde of malevolent

series of whirlwinds with determined movements of her palms, aiming to disperse the suffocating black fog. However, her efforts seemed futile, as if her actions were mere

continuously, as if

and Feenix found themselves somewhat flustered as well

a smile, calmly saying, “There’s no need to panic. It’s just a minor charm. I’ll break it

atmosphere. Suddenly, a brilliant spiritual light shot up

sheer astonishment as she beheld the unfolding