A Man Like None Other

“I want to kill you! I'll kill you all!”

With that said, the man rushed toward Jared, brandishing his knife wildly.

Gilbert's expression turned icy. In the blink of an eye, he intercepted the attack and sent the man flying away with a single punch.

The blow was so heavy that the assailant spat out a mouthful of blood. He collapsed on the ground, unable to get up.

Gilbert stepped forward and was about to finish the attacker off, but Jared stopped him.

“Don't kill him just yet. Let's check out who it is.”

How did someone just rush out of the fog like this? Jared was quite curious about the ambusher's identity.

As Jared and company approached the ambusher to get a closer look, they soon realized that he was a disciple of Flaming Sect.

The disciple was wide-eyed with a deeply horrified expression. Despite his severe injuries, he kept muttering the same thing over and over. “Kill you! Kill you all!”

is mentally deranged,” said Evangeline as she looked at the Flaming Sect

from mental impairment, which explained why he behaved in such

this fog

journey without giving a hoot about that

absolutely nothing to do with him, so it wasn't

deal with the tiger

ahead, they noticed that the fog before

drastically when he noticed

mind and trigger brutality in everyone who

held their breaths and concentrated hard to protect their minds from being manipulated by the

as soon as he

in

with serious expressions on their faces, daring not to be

the other hand, appeared relatively relaxed. She bore the spirit of a holy maiden of Lunarius Palace in her body, an ancient spirit

mind had long since

Jared and his party walked deeper into the mist, Flaxseed and Gilbert's foreheads were covered in cold sweats. Though they struggled to concentrate, their eyes

of rage slowly welled in their

the shift in aura that radiated from Flaxseed and Gilbert, he knew that they would not be able to hold on for much longer.