The Man's Decree

As the dust gradually settled, Jared’s figure was nowhere to be seen.

“Hmph, trying to escape from me? In your dreams…”

The calm Pablo let out a snort before setting off in pursuit. Shortly after, Jared’s figure came into his view.

Meanwhile, sensing Pablo’s approaching presence, Jared couldn’t help but furrow his brows as he realized that the former had managed to track him down.

“You’re trying to escape despite being a mere First Level Tribulator? You had better resign yourself to death instead.”

As he picked up speed, Pablo’s figure disappeared in a flash. In the blink of an eye, he caught up with Jared. Despite his use of Wind Walk, Jared just couldn’t put any distance between him and his pursuer.

how powerful is this guy?” Jared

clenched his fist. Plumes of black smoke instantaneously morphed into

its tongue out. Soon, the chains came at Jared from

was about to be ensnared by the

Swoosh!

pitch-black darkness before light quickly returned to his vision. By then, he was miles from where he originally was, as if

such techniques made the

in the world

clueless as to how he had appeared there without any warning. At the same time, Pablo’s initial shock was soon replaced with a look of elation. “I’m surprised he

assumed that Jared used teleportation magecraft to travel through space and time, catching him

and landed near Jared, glaring at him. “Young man, I’m surprised that you actually know so many different forms of magecraft despite your low cultivation level. It seems I must absorb all of them from

sooner had Pablo finished than he reached out toward Jared, who turned to flee

to contemplate what just happened. When an epiphany struck him, he reached out deep into

and were no longer in their