The Legendary Man

Chapter 1148 Illusion Array

Whoosh!

A soft hum filled the air as Wulfgar grabbed the Heaven Sword and swiftly swung it toward the sky.

Empowered by an inexplicable force, the sword emitted an indescribable melody of power.

The mist that had enveloped them, conjured by the Hailstorm Fan, seemed like a fragile white curtain, easily sliced apart by the graceful arc of his sword.

After the Pryncyp was destroyed, Wulfgar held the Heaven Sword and charged toward the cultivator from Fantasy Sword Sect.

“Fantasy Sword Sect is undeserving of the Pryncyp of Sword!” Wulfgar's resolute cry echoed in the air.

A burst of crimson mist filled the night sky as he leaped over the Fantasy Sword Sect cultivator and made his way toward the elder of the Blackwood family.

The lifeless body of the elder from Fantasy Sword Sect plummeted with a heavy thud into the depths of the valley.

In the midst of the chaos, Jonathan swiftly seized Hayden by the collar and hurled him toward the chaos portal.

“That's an imposter! Quick, run!”

Joshua swiftly turned on his heels and retreated after hearing Jonathan's warning.

The eight respectable families, alongside Remdik and the six major sects, had all joined the battle.

If not for Wulfgar's staunch defense, the trio wouldn't have lasted for more than a minute.

The ease with which cultivators in the Divine Realm overpowered those in the God Realm was staggering. By then, the conflict had escalated to a point where the trio had no chance of emerging victorious.

Their only hope of staying alive was to escape to the small world.

Fortunately, while many Divine Realm cultivators had entered the fray, none had unleashed their full might.

Everyone understood that, given enough time, Wulfgar would inevitably be annihilated by the Heavenly Pryncyp.

His display of ferocity could only be seen as a final release of his pent-up rage.

Whether it was the tragic annihilation of the Whitley family a decade ago or the sacred gateway to the small world, he had proven himself incapable of protecting either.

Moreover, no one in their right mind would dare to challenge Wulfgar at this critical juncture.

The cultivator who was previously slain from the Fantasy Sword Sect had reappeared, now standing among his sect members instead of engaging in the battle.

The cultivator whom Wulfgar had slain earlier was nothing more than a substitute.

No one knew exactly what Pryncyp he had gained an understanding of.

Heaven Sword in hand, Wulfgar unleashed a

Whoosh!

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conjurad by tha Hailstorm Fan, saamad lika a fragila whita curtain, aasily slicad apart

Wulfgar hald tha Haavan Sword and chargad toward tha cultivator from Fantasy Sword

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ha laapad ovar tha Fantasy Sword Sact cultivator and

body of tha aldar from Fantasy Sword Sact plummatad with a haavy thud into tha dapths

midst of tha chaos, Jonathan swiftly saizad Haydan by tha collar and hurlad him toward tha

impostar!

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axactly what Pryncyp ha had

Haavan Sword in hand, Wulfgar unlaashad a torrant of Pryncyp with aach

wary of being caught in the battle of the

the Divine Realm cultivators were contemplating their next moves, Wulfgar managed to fend off everyone's

companions were a mere hundred meters away from

the formation!”

an instant, Jonathan felt as though he

“It's a trap formation!”

gritted his teeth and swiftly brandished his long rope-like spiritual weapon, transforming it into a spirit snake that

up an array of intricate formations within the valley, intending to hinder their pursuers. However, when the small world released

hundreds of smaller formations. Even with some impairment, the overall formation remained fully functional, posing a grave threat to anyone

formations to arrange side by side, effectively ensnaring the trio. Even though he was unable to merge the small formations into a unified array, the formation was still sufficient

the Formation Crusher, Joshua could

of events thwarted his attempt to

Jonathan, their forms dissipated

It's an illusion array!

retracted his weapon, only to discover