Life After Prison Novel by Silencieux

Chapter 1865

The Rose–Petal Rain displayed its true powers as the petals shattered dozens of Thorold’s spears. The petals then continued their course toward Thorold. Following the sparks that were produced from the explosions. Thorold’s pupils contracted as he felt an impending sense of doom. As a level nine royal saint, he was accustomed to effortlessly dispatching same–level practitioners, and even level one supreme saints posed little difficulty to him. Unfortunately, Severin was brimming with a menacing aura

that he had never encountered before.

The approaching storm of delicate petals left Thorold with no time to formulate a contingency plan. He

could only raise his hand and command the thunderbolts around him to surge wildly. The air around him.

was whipped up a storm, and the thunderbolt vortex erupted with a formidable power. A deafening.

muffled sound of thunder was heard, and serpent–like electric currents swiftly enveloped Thorold’s body.

He had fashioned an armor out of the lightning.

A resounding boom echoed as Severin’s sward energy collided with the electric armor. A violent

the entire

had paled as he gazed incredulously at Severin.

technique had penetrated a technique deemed impenetrable by

to protect himself with armor, the impact on his

of several mountains. He would have been dead if he failed

time.

attack injured him, and blood flowed out

himself in shock. It

survive that technique.

trump card, after all. Faced with normal level nine royal saints, the Rose- Petal Rain was not required,

the extent that it necessitated the Rose–Petal Rain. Astonished by Thorold’s ability to survive, Severin

happened. His face was pale, and there were traces of blood seeping from his mouth. Dread and horror soon began to

the place he had stood earlier. His sword energy covered the sky as he attacked Thorold relentlessly. In response, Thorold raised his hands and

the sword energy clashing with his shield–sent fragments scattering all over the ring. The spectators all held their breath as they bore witness to

battle against Thorold.

seeing things, am