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

They wished they could rush forward and

each of their

Jared had lost

what could he possibly

of any will to fight, Russell coldly snorted. “Today, I shall avenge the head of

speaking, Russell waved his hand, and hundreds of cultivators

a strange thumping sound echoing from the distance. Immediately following that, the earth began to tremble, as if a myriad of horses were galloping

dark, casting an intangible

and dust rolled

around

creatures were fluttering their wings in

of various demon beasts, emitting

Thousand-Faced Demon

relief instantly washed over Jared when he saw

“Your timing couldn’t have been better. Otherwise, you

whether we see you or

Archon looked at Feenix with

have helped you so much in the past,”