A Man Like None Other

Feenix and Cloud also shared concerns about Jared, aware that dealing with those Demonic Cultivators was no easy task. Amidst the worry, Jared, accompanied by Misho and the others, had already discovered them.

“Mr. Chance, are you all right?” Cloud rushed to greet Jared upon seeing him.

“Grandpa!” Izolda, spotting Misho unharmed, exclaimed happily.

“We’re fine. The Demonic Cultivators have been driven away,” Misho conveyed with a slight smile.

Upon seeing Jared arrive, Tamazi approached and said, “Supreme Alchemist, while Mr. Chevalier’s injuries aren’t severe, traversing the Mount Crimson range on foot would be challenging. He needs a couple of days of rest. Perhaps you could take a look?” Acknowledging his own limitations compared to Jared, Tamazi spoke humbly.

Jared glanced at Hamish and responded, “His meridians are injured and indeed require rest. However, we need to find a safe place first.” “With demon beasts and now, Demonic Cultivators, roaming the Mount Crimson range, where can we find a safe haven?” Tamazi asked helplessly.

the Mount Crimson range for the first time and were unaware of any safe

they tend to avoid that area. There’s a cave I’ve entered before. It contained nothing, but strangely, no demon

wasn’t surprising that

beasts dare to step foot in it? If that’s the

had the same thought when I discovered it,” Hamish admitted. “But after a thorough inspection, I found nothing. I even suspected there might be a treasure

challenging Mount Crimson range. The recent battle had drained

the group proceeded toward

others. What appeared to be

thought this kid had such

Xanthus cursed, seething with

step, Elder Fabrizio? These human cultivators are united, and targeting