The Man's Decree

You’re too naive, Jared! Meanwhile, Gael and the others couldn’t help but grow concerned as they saw what had happened.

Gael himself was once tormented by a demonic soul to the point of helplessness. He was driven to madness all day, only regaining some clarity during the depths of the night.

Yet now, Jared’s consciousness field had just been invaded by several demons at once. Could he possibly ever return to his usual self?

A sense of relief washed over Harlan as he saw Jared supposedly being controlled.

“Don’t dilly-dally now, Berthold” he urged. “Chop his head off and claim your reward from the Demon Seal Alliance.”

Berthold nodded while gripping the black longsword. As he neared Jared, he swiftly swung his sword at him.

However, just as the sword was about to strike Jared in the neck, the latter suddenly vanished into thin air!

Startled, Berthold suddenly felt a surge of danger emanating from behind him.

Upon turning around, he saw Jared’s large hand swinging right toward him!

Slap!

he was sent flying directly,

pull himself up with great effort, his teeth were now scattered all over

You weren’t controlled by

stared at

be able to control me with such weak demons? You must have forgotten my warning from before-there’s a much more powerful force residing

this. In fact, it was precisely Jared’s being under the control of that demonic soul that had put Maurice and the

thought of so many of his demonic

look off your face, Jared.

roar of fury, Berthold once again unleashed a dark aura that surged like

beasts lurked within the black mist. Soon after,

were so dark in color that they blended seamlessly into the black mist. If it wasn’t for their red eyes and tongues, they would

several dozen yards long and had a head larger than the Violet Flame Sect’s main hall. Its body continuously coiled,

Jared raised his Dragonslayer Sword, letting its light surge

through the black mist, and this was immediately followed by a chorus of agonized screams. One by one,

gaping maw, swallowing

seemed unafraid of his sword’s light. Consequently, he

the man himself shone with

in thick, dark clouds, with streaks

“Thunder Palm!”