Before anyone could even comprehend what had transpired, Jared stood among the chaos, Dragonslayer Sword in hand, its blade still dripping with fresh blood.

Gasp!

Every disciple of Pathfinder Sect drew in a sharp breath, their initial frustration now replaced by utter astonishment.

Just moments ago, they were irate because Jared looked down on them, but now, they stood in awe. Witnessing a Third Level Tribulator dispatch a Fourth Level Tribulator with such precision and speed left them speechless.

Even for a Fifth Level Tribulator, such a feat would be impressive, but Jared had accomplished it effortlessly.

Dillon, too, was profoundly astonished. He had underestimated Jared’s strength; he couldn’t fathom achieving such a feat himself.

One-Eyed stared at his fallen comrade, flabbergasted.

bellowed, his voice reverberating with fury as he lunged toward

forward, his determination fueled by Jared’s

One-Eyed in a fierce struggle, the remaining dozen Demonic

until there were seven identical versions of himself, each

identical Jareds left the dozen or so Demonic

of Pathfinder Sect and the other cultivators aboard the

was Jared employing, how had

fake! Just continue your attacks!” One-Eyed roared, rallying his underlings when he

had used some sort of illusion

their mystical weapons slicing through the air in a synchronized barrage aimed at

into the air, Dragonslayer

of the Demonic Cultivators converged on him. They recognized him as the genuine threat amidst

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