The Legendary Man

Chapter 1219 Snake Den

“Stellario, aren't Mallories known for their expertise in handling snakes and insects? Why are you struggling against them now?”

Jonathan's clothes were stained crimson with blood.

The serpents moved with incredible speed, injecting an unidentified venom into their victim's bloodstream through their bites.

Although their lives were not at risk due to Seboxia's Divine Lock, their injuries proved difficult to heal. Jonathan and Stellario were left in a state of panic as they failed to regenerate instantly, even with the infusion of Seboxia's life force.

After all, a poison capable of resisting the might of Pryncyp of Strength was an alarming threat.

At the moment, Stellario gripped a dagger with a grave expression.

“The methods passed down in my family are futile against these snakes. You saw how my parasites were nothing more than a meal for them,” Stellario explained, coughing up blood as he spoke.

As his blood dripped onto the ground, the snakes blurred into afterimages and launched their attack.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Amidst a flurry of resounding clashes, Jonathan was engulfed in unbearable agony, as if his organs had detonated within him.

“We can't go on like this! I won't be able to endure for much longer! We need a plan, and we need it now!” Jonathan managed to utter through clenched teeth as he strained to hold the bronze handbell above him.

While the bronze handbell provided a formidable defense against physical assaults, it offered no protection against the ensuing vibrations and recoil.

Each strike from the snakes as they rammed into the bronze handbell felt akin to a devastating blow from a Grandmaster.

If they didn't devise a plan soon, Jonathan feared he would dissolve into a pool of blood, much like Sirius of the Osborne family.

“Hold on!” Stellario exclaimed, tightly gripping the black dagger in his hand.

As black blood trickled down from the blade's tip, he merged his spiritual energy with the blood before it could touch the ground, forming a peculiar symbol.

Black streaks began to emerge on Stellario's skin as he performed a series of intricate hand seals.

Gradually, the black streaks transformed into minuscule bugs, no larger than grains of sand under Jonathan's watchful gaze.

“Are all your methods this unsettling?” he remarked, shooting a helpless look at Stellario.

Stellario clenched his right hand in the air, and the bugs swiftly assembled, taking the shape of a sword.

“Enough talk, open the barrier!”

“Let's go!” Jonathan shouted, extending his hand to store the bronze handbell back into his storage ring.

“D*mn you!” Stellario raised his sword and severed the snake that had sunk its fangs into his neck. Simultaneously, the “black tattoos” on his skin burst forth, transforming into bloodied thorns that pierced the air.

In Jonathan's eyes, Stellario resembled a creature similar to Sp*derman as the sharp tendrils impaled the attacking snakes.

Just then, Seboxia's spiritual energy manifested beside Jonathan.

“That Mallory boy's spell is draining his vitality and spiritual energy rapidly due to his injuries. You have one minute to escape from here. Failure to do so will result in a dire consequence,” Seboxia warned while Jonathan fought off another wave of attacking snakes.

Under normal circumstances, having a powerful cultivator like Seboxia and possessing Pryncyp of Strength would have given them the advantage.

It might have even allowed them to assert dominance over the small world if they so desired.

However, to their dismay, the snakes in this realm possessed a defense akin to an invisible shield. It was similar to the insects on Mount of No Return that even Seboxia's life force proved ineffective against them.

In essence, her Pryncyp of Strength seemed to only work against human entities in the small world, rendering it futile against these demonic beasts.

In the small world, all external influences were sealed off, creating a level playing field and forcibly resetting cultivators from Divine Realm and God Realm to the same starting point.

Jonathan had boldly targeted the city center, bolstered by his possession of the spiritual bead containing Seboxia's life force.

Having the spiritual bead while others had lost their Pryncyp of Strength granted him significant strength and even the potential to overthrow the existing authorities.

However, Jonathan fell into despair when he discovered that Seboxia's life force proved ineffective against those demonic beasts.

The ease with which the native people in the small world tamed the green wolves and other beasts for transportation demonstrated their expertise in taming wild creatures.

They would have been doomed if they barged into Yannopolis while it was guarded by such wild beasts.