The Man's Decree

The man’s face contorted into a sinister expression, sending shivers down the spines of Jared and his companions. With a swift motion, he produced a mysterious charm from his pocket.

It was adorned with eerie etchings of malevolent spirits baring their fangs and claws. As soon as the charm was revealed, an ominous breeze swept through the air, casting a chilling aura over Jared and his comrades.

In a low, guttural voice, the man muttered incantations under his breath, weaving a dark spell. Suddenly, the charm erupted, unleashing a horde of malevolent spirits in a chaotic burst. Following that, enigmatic array runes enveloped Jared and his companions.

“Who would have thought that such a high-level charm existed in the Ethereal Realm…”

As Jared observed the charm unveiled by the mysterious man, astonishment washed over him. In the Ethereal Realm, even the simplest communication device demanded a price, and the skill to craft charms was a coveted rarity.

It struck Jared as truly remarkable that this man possessed the ability to produce such an advanced and potent charm.

At this moment, Jared found himself thinking of Flaxseed. If Flaxseed were here, this man’s charm would pale in comparison, akin to mere discarded trash. After all, Flaxseed was no ordinary practitioner but an advanced charm master.

his companions, casting an eerie aura that saturated the air. The group found their

is Myriad Ghouls.

chaos, Jennifer swiftly reacted. She produced a yellow charm from her person, and with determination in her eyes, she bit her finger and deftly

unleashing waves of yellow mist that enveloped the area. The disoriented group, including Jared, found themselves revitalized, their senses sharpened and alert once more in the wake of Jennifer’s

surprise. He hadn’t expected her proficiency in

their modest cultivation level, they’re esteemed as among the finest in this field. Many practitioners across the

beads of cold sweat forming on her forehead, focused on muttering incantations under her breath. It

your level of skill, you

edge as he mockingly assessed Jennifer’s abilities. With a cold smile, he gently pressed his palm down, unleashing a horde of malevolent spirits in the form of a dense black

to disperse the suffocating black fog. However, her efforts seemed futile, as if her actions were mere whispers against the howling wind, yielding no discernible response from the enveloping

as if a bottomless abyss lay beneath

Feenix found

“There’s no need to

in the atmosphere. Suddenly, a brilliant spiritual light shot up toward the sky, piercing through the oppressive black fog. The radiant light

in sheer astonishment as she beheld the