A Man Like None Other

In Pablo’s eyes, there was a mix of anger and timidity. And Cameron was filled with a face of confusion and incomprehension.

Ever since Pablo led Skylar and Cameron into Demon Devouring Cave, he hadn’t anticipated the rapid advancement of Skylar’s strength. Moreover, when it came to the Demonic Cultivator technique, he was self-taught.

Within Demon Devouring Cave, the stone walls all around were adorned with numerous obscure and difficult-to-understand inscriptions and illustrations. Pablo could only decipher about a tenth or so of them.

Skylar arrived, seemingly understanding more than half of what was going on as if he had always been a Demonic Cultivator.

However, Skylar was clearly Eamon’s venerable ancestor, a cultivator of the human race. Pablo could no longer defeat Skylar. At that moment, Skylar had become the leader inside Demon Devouring Cave.

Upon seeing Skylar absorbing the death energy from those corpses, Pablo was filled with both anger and fear,

He was afraid that if Skylar was displeased one day, he might end up being sucked in as well.

Cameron, however, was at a loss. He couldn’t understand how his ancestor, who had finally awakened after great difficulty, had become a Demonic Cultivator.

he was also practicing

“Phew!”

death energy from those corpses,

a familiar taste! Such a

originally aged body, at that moment, seemed to

intent, transitioning from

he had once again returned to his true nature as

it weren’t for the limitations of this wretched body, I should have already

at his own body, his expression

was indeed very powerful in the past, he had

yet it limited the enhancement of his cultivation

Skylar had been able to seize the body of a living Tribulator, his strength would have already advanced

would have been preferable, certainly much stronger than this body that had been dead for

“Elder Nesser, you…”

comprehend how his own family’s elder could utter such words and express disdain toward his

the body of your family’s elder. Originally, I was a Demonic Cultivator, but I was gravely injured by someone and nearly lost my life. In the end, I managed to preserve a sliver of my soul remnant, which eventually found its way into the body of the elder of the Nesser family. Had I not been so weak and

words left Cameron

never could have imagined that the elder he had