A Man Like None Other

“Let’s hurry up and leave. If we run into anyone else, it will be troublesome,” Tyler said.

They were all injured, and Jared himself had been in continuous battle. If more people were to come, it would spell trouble.

“All right, let’s go…” Montane Daemon nodded.

Jared, along with a few others, set off toward Forlisle once again. However, they had barely taken a few steps when they were met by an imposing crowd of hundreds coming their way.

They had thought these people had no idea who Jared was, and it would be best if they could just bluff their way through.

However, as soon as the others drew near, everyone’s expressions changed instantly.

To everyone’s surprise, the person leading the group was none other than Russell, Russell from Henningsen City.

Behind him, a vast crowd of over a hundred people followed, dressed in all sorts of attire. They likely did not belong to a single clan or noble family.

Upon seeing Jared, Russell immediately sneered, “Kid, I’d like to see where you can run to today… This young man is Jared. Anyone who can kill him can exchange for a hundred years of offering from the Demon Seal Alliance…”

a chorus of uproarious shouts from

wished

each of their faces ashen as

Jared had lost

what could he possibly do when faced with hundreds of

the others, whose faces were ashen and who were devoid of any will to fight, Russell coldly snorted. “Today, I shall avenge the head of our

hand, and hundreds of cultivators

distance. Immediately following that, the

turned ominously dark, casting an intangible pressure

and dust rolled in

around in

flying creatures were fluttering their wings

hundreds of various

Thousand-Faced Demon Archon, and

instantly washed over Jared when he

lightly. “Your timing couldn’t have been better. Otherwise, you might have never seen

you or not. We just don’t want

with

the past,”