An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Willard’s ultimate move cleared the battlefield in an instant. The martial artists who had rushed forward were either dead or critically wounded, with no ability to defend themselves.

“This… How is this possible?” Hank’s eyes widened in terror as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Under the restriction of the sealing formation, even ultimate grandmasters couldn’t unleash their full strength.

But Willard, with nothing more than a flask of liquor, had managed to tap into a supreme divine power far beyond his cultivation level.

Though he was only at the grandmaster level, his move, Infinite Spirit Manifestation, carried the might of an ultimate grandmaster. If he were to use it again, the outcome would be grim for everyone, including himself.

“Retract!” Willard took a deep breath and the thousands of illusory images that had surged forth earlier instantly retracted into his body. His face turned red and pale as his breath grew heavy and ragged.

The toll of using Infinite Spirit Manifestation was unmistakable. With his cultivation sealed, executing such an attack once had already pushed him to the limit.

Only a handful of martial artists, including Hank and the six black men, still had the strength to fight. In total, barely a dozen remained standing.

The six men in black-the strongest among the group-were fully engaged by Dustin and couldn’t spare any hands to help. As for the rest, only Hank posed a genuine threat. The others were paralyzed by fear and dared not approach.

“Hank, if you know what’s good for you, retreat now. Otherwise, you’ll end up like these corpses,” Willard said coldly.

His strength, stamina, and focus were rapidly draining. If the fight continued, it might not end in his favor. His only hope now was to intimidate Hank into retreating.

“Mr. Styles, what should we do? Should we retreat for now?” Garrett clutched his chest in panic.

with over a hundred men, but now most of them were either dead

and is barely hanging

last move. Otherwise, he would’ve pressed the attack instead of

If we keep fighting, we’ll only suffer more casualties. Maybe we should retreat and plan our next move?” Garrett

This mission is

be executed by Bailey upon their return.

one to Garrett. “Drink this. It’ll greatly enhance

Mr. Styles!” Garrett’s face lit up with relief as he took the

vial in his hands was an S-grade enhanced serum. It was ten times better than the A-grade one he

we don’t complete this mission today, we will both die.

and drank it in one gulp. He had already consumed one earlier, and a second dose could cause his body to explode. But he had no time to worry about that. His only options now were

wasted no time and

emerge victorious

of elite martial artists relentlessly battered the mountain protective array. A continuous barrage of attacks rocked the air, with

once-impregnable barrier was weakening under the continuous onslaught. It was clear the array wouldn’t hold much

of Sacred Wrym

array is about to break. We only have half an

said impassively. “Order the disciples to set up twelve small formations.

responded

mountain protective

charging forward, their battle cries ringing in the