Life After Prison Novel by Silencieux

Chapter 2332

It could be said that the number of prodigies in the entire Starry Sky Battlespace who possessed an elite-quality spiritual treasure did not exceed ten individuals! Sometimes the success or failure of a battle hinged on these elite -quality spiritual treasures.

Given Severin's cultivation level then, he still found it quite strenuous to fully unleash the power within the elite- quality spiritual treasure he had.

As a level three paragon, Severin could not control the elite-quality spiritual treasure for a long time. He was unable to achieve what a paragon cultivator could supposedly do, namely - shattering vast distances with a single strike.

At best, he could only have the Flameless Pinnacle hovering above his head for defense and occasionally use it to strike opponents.

It would be likely that a single strike would drain the spiritual energy from within his body, leaving him depleted, if he were to fully activate the true power of the elite-quality spiritual treasure. It was a dilemma he did not know how to solve.

Meanwhile, Halbert, his opponent, appeared relaxed and at ease. A large expanse of black, demonic energy swirled around him as if coming to life, forming a dense and impenetrable mist.

Whip in his hand gleamed with a faint eerie light while emitting the wailing cries of tortured souls that shook the surrounding air, creating ripples

those ripples were instantly suppressed by the radiant brilliance erupting from the mountain-like Flameless Pinnacle. Seeing that his attacks could break through

would eventually crumble. Once Severin was at a disadvantage,

coldly and looked mockingly at Severin at the thought of his impending win. He had initially thought Severin was formidable since he had defeated Blake, but it

cultivators like Severin were nothing new to Halbert; he had faced and defeated many. Halbert scoffed and said, "Heh, let's see if

in his hand. Hundreds of

emitted was enough to make any level five paragon quake in their boots. The fierce whip

each explosion, Severin was forced to retreat one step

of sweat gradually formed on Severin's face as he struggled to contend with the relentless and intensifying onslaught. The aura emanating from Halbert was difficult for even a prodigy of the same level to

He was completely on the defensive, and the spectators nearby were shaking their