The Legendary Man

Chapter 1098 A Fight Between Divine Realm Cultivators

Waves of spiritual pressure surged in the passage.

However, Jonathan was not crushed as Ivanov had expected.

In fact, Jonathan's armor was swiftly regenerating.

Furthermore, Jonathan's wounds were healing as the man himself rose to his feet shakily.

When he sensed the mighty life force Jonathan exuded, Ivanov halted.

“You're not Jonathan,” Ivanov icily said to Seboxia.

In the meantime, Seboxia was moving Jonathan's body.

Although he had helped Jonathan fight before, he had fought by manifesting a physical form with his Pryncyp of Life and spiritual energy.

Even during their time at Delisgar Ridge, Seboxia had only manifested a physical form using his spiritual power and had never gained full control over Jonathan's body as he did now.

Seboxia had successfully evaded the relentless passage of time during his thousand-year-long silence, but he could not escape the fate of becoming a ghost confined to the shadows.

Now that he was in Jonathan's body, Seboxia trembled as he took in all the senses the body could feel.

He was revitalized, and his spiritual energy was surging in his veins. His heart was pounding vigorously, and he could smell the scent of soil.

He could feel the pressure of the ground and the icy humidity that blanketed him.

Every single one of the sensations—no matter whether it was good or bad—seemed all too precious for Seboxia.

“So this is what it feels like to have a body. It's been such a long time since I felt all these things.”

Seboxia was rubbing his hands together in a frenzied manner, his actions resembling that of a madman.

The last time Seboxia took control of Jonathan's body, he only had temporary control because Jonathan's soul had been resisting him. As a consequence, Seboxia's control over Jonathan's body was incomplete, and he did not have clear access to all of Jonathan's senses.

finally experience

been living in darkness

the sensations, to the point where he entertained the idea of

shrouded in darkness, the two Divine Realm cultivators could see each other with

Seboxia touching his arm like a lunatic, the louder the alarm bells in Ivanov's head

he summoned two formless swords made from

use to Divine Realm cultivators like them, for there were too few magical items that could compare

two Pryncyp weapons silently dashed

those Pryncyp blades with a

Seboxia asked with a smile before clasping his hands together in front of his

always someone who's the

in fluent Remdikian, his accent carrying a peculiar pronunciation that differed from the

ancient Remdikian dialect

Remdikian?” Ivanov asked with a

slight bow. “I'm Seboxia

when he heard

Seboxia was a man from sixteen hundred years ago, the religion he founded, Seboxiasm, had been passed down to the present day

was prohibited to give this name to any

of Seboxiasm, there could only be one Seboxia after the establishment of Seboxiasm, and

Seboxia in front

the one who founded Seboxiasm in

answered

have any family who believes in Seboxiasm? If you do, I can give

“A blessing?”

the next second,

Bang!

combat, a

and at the epicenter of their confrontation, dozens of meters away, the ground erupted like a spring with sand,

cracks were forming like