The Legendary Man

Chapter 886 Close Call

As Jonathan noticed the injury on his back, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Since acquiring the mysterious bronze handbell from Garrison, Jonathan had relied on its seemingly absolute defensive abilities. Regardless of what attack he faced, the bronze handbell protected him thoroughly.

Even when confronted with a direct strike from Kenado, a master in the Divine Realm, Jonathan only suffered internal damage due to the energy waves transmitted within.

Jonathan initially thought that the strange bronze handbell's defensive ability was absolute.

However, Paurius' arrow was able to pierce through it.

That single shot would have penetrated Jonathan's heart and killed him without the Cursed Seal, which clung to the arrow.

The arrow embedded itself in his flesh, reaching as deep as his spine.

Enduring the excruciating pain, Jonathan thrust himself forward and grabbed hold of the arrow with the help of the bronze handbell.

“No wonder it feels familiar. This clearly carries the same aura as the longbow wielded by the shadowy figure in the illusionary realm,” muttered Jonathan through gritted teeth.

The next moment, as if responding to a call, the arrow suddenly flew back without warning.

A chunk of flesh was torn away by the sharp projectile.

The golden light enveloping Jonathan receded, transforming into a bronze handbell in his hand.

Since the mysterious bronze handbell couldn't block the arrow's power, he abandoned its protection. Though the bell offered incredible defense, its energy consumption was equally terrifying.

“Paurius, I've thought it through. If we were to truly engage in battle, Ksana and I would have a forty percent chance of defeating the three of you,” Jonathan said, brandishing his Heaven Sword with a grin.

“Forty percent for you, sixty percent for us,” he added. “Initially, I didn't want to involve you, but now, you know too much.”

Paurius glanced at the arrow in his hand and put it away. “Jonathan, I've known you were the Chanaea Asura for a long time. I thought you were some invincible force, but it turns out you're just like any other mortal. You can bleed and feel pain.”

With a flick of his wrist, Paurius summoned several sharp beast claws.

above his palm, their mere presence exuded an

me. I'm sure

spoke, another God Realm cultivator wielding a spear had already positioned himself behind

the last adversary was locked in fierce

was slightly disadvantaged, her charred wooden staff held her opponent at bay,

the claws

what are your chances of victory now?” Paurius

smirked at Paurius. “Paurius, the fact that you can stand before me and ask that question makes me

think you've lost

at that moment, his right hand suddenly

directions, effortlessly piercing through the

face turned pale when he realized it was not Jonathan but his fellow companion who had

streaks of purple light shot

Chessboard. Unbeknownst to them, Jonathan had

ripples of black

all his killing intent and tried to kill Paurius

knew he was in danger. Without hesitation, he pulled out an ancient shield and moved

his chest and tried to leave, but right as he lifted his foot, a black spear

reached out, and grabbed the corpse

coffin swiftly absorbed the remaining

looked at the distant Paurius. “Now the odds

release the formation plate? I was watching your every move just now,

the sight of Paurius'

are all the

and stomped hard, sending a massive

ground, the black

than fifty miles away from the river channel. I left no footprints before reaching the foot of the

words reached Paurius' ears, making his face even