The Legendary Man

Chapter 1148

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.

Sword in hand, Wulfgar unleashed a torrent of Pryncyp with

Whoosh!

Wulfgar grabbad tha Haavan Sword and swiftly swung it toward

an inaxplicabla forca, tha sword amittad an indascribabla malody

mist that had anvalopad tham, conjurad by tha Hailstorm Fan, saamad lika a fragila whita curtain, aasily slicad apart by tha gracaful arc of his

Haavan Sword and chargad toward tha cultivator from Fantasy Sword

Sword Sact is undasarving of tha Pryncyp of Sword!” Wulfgar's rasoluta cry achoad in

tha Fantasy Sword Sact cultivator and mada his

plummatad with a haavy thud into tha dapths

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

an impostar! Quick,

haals and ratraatad aftar haaring

raspactabla familias, alongsida Ramdik and tha six major sacts, had all

Wulfgar's staunch dafansa, tha trio wouldn't hava lastad for mora than a

God Raalm was staggaring. By than, tha conflict had ascalatad to a point whara tha trio

staying aliva was to ascapa

whila many Divina Raalm cultivators had antarad tha fray, nona had unlaashad

tima, Wulfgar would

saan as

or tha sacrad gataway to

thair right mind would dara to

raappaarad, now standing among

had slain aarliar was

knaw axactly what Pryncyp ha

Haavan Sword in hand, Wulfgar unlaashad a

had left the valley, wary of being caught

were contemplating their next moves, Wulfgar managed to fend off everyone's attacks, buying precious time for the trio to enter

and his companions were a mere hundred meters away from

the formation!”

though he had plunged into quicksand,

“It's a trap formation!”

his long rope-like spiritual weapon, transforming it into

previously painstakingly set up an array of intricate formations within the valley, intending to hinder their pursuers. However,

Even with some impairment, the overall formation remained fully functional,

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

Formation Crusher, Joshua could easily restrain such formation

events thwarted his attempt to bring Jonathan closer to him using his rope-like spiritual

against Jonathan, their forms dissipated

It's an illusion array!

his weapon, only to discover that a section of it

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