A Man Like None Other

Over at the northern region vold, Talcott led a group toward Rock Village, bringing along the elite members of the Demon Seal Alliance this time.

Had it not been for interference from those hidden forces, Talcott was certain that they-the cultivators of the Ethereal Realm-would have been invincible.

“Mr. Lefterov, Rock Village is just ahead,” an elder beside Talcott reported.

Talcott glanced around, his expression indifferent. “In a backwater place like this, there’s no way any real experts would show up,” he said. “So why have several of our squads gone in but not a single one come back? Come with me and let’s take a look. I’ve never set foot in such a rundown place before…”

Leading his men, Talcott descended. However, as they reached the airspace above Rock Village, they were all stunned. In the forests and mountains surrounding the village, bodies were strewn everywhere-some even torn apart. Clearly, these were all cultivators from the Demon Seal Alliance who had arrived in waves, only to meet their demise.

They’re all dead! No wonder they hadn’t returned!

“Mr. Lefterov, these corpses-they’re all from the Demon Seal Alliance!” The elder’s voice trembled in fear.

“I’m not blind. Do I need you to tell me that?” Talcott shot the elder a sharp glare before coldly surveying the village below. “How could such a wretched place take down so many of our people? Could there be some sort of arcane array set up around the village?”

We should send someone in to check first,” the

elder then casually pointed to a monk and ordered, “You,

would likely lose his life on

kind of arcane array. No one attacked him. In fact, the only ones who even took notice were a few villagers, who casually walked up and asked,

for a moment before shaking his head. The situation was still unclear, and he couldn’t risk exposing himself. After all, countless Demon Seal Alliance cultivators had died just

kind of terrifying power lurked

that the monk wasn’t from the Demon Seal Alliance, the villagers simply lost interest and walked away. These days, the people

seen enough battles to

used to seeing Rolls-Royces and Bugattis-after

particularly powerful, they had grown accustomed to looking down on passing cultivators.

him much attention, the monk sighed in relief. But just as he was about to leave, he ran into Percy. “What are you doing here?”

momentarily flustered.

here to take

The cultivator nodded quickly, eager