I Am Unstoppable

After finishing her words, Maisie turned her head around.

Jonathan and Rhiannon glimpsed the back of Maisie's head, and it shocked them beyond words.

The sight was gruesome—her skull had been cracked open, bloodied, and infested with maggots.

Even the usually composed Jonathan couldn't hold back the wave of nausea that washed over him.

At the same time, Rhiannon felt a sharp surge of acidity in her stomach.

Jonathan took a deep breath, reminding Rhiannon once again, "It's all an illusion."

Tristan's icy gaze bore into Jonathan, his words dripping with venom. "You and your mother, Paige, both deserve death. I should've ended you, an abomination, over two decades ago. Now, as you become my demonic tribulation, your demise is even more justified."

Tristan's mention of Jonathan's mother struck a nerve, and his eyes instantly turned a fiery shade of red, consumed by fury. "Tristan, it was you who exploited my mother in your drunken haze. How dare you speak ill of her?"

"Despicable creature!" Tristan sneered, saying, "What, you think you've grown strong enough to challenge me now? If you miss your lowly mother so much, I'll send you to meet her right now!"

Each word pierced Jonathan's heart like a dagger.

In that moment, an overwhelming wave of agony washed over Jonathan.

His profound anguish stemmed from the crushing realization of their insignificance and unbearable existence, both his and his mother's.

He, too, longed for the affection of his parents, for he was a living, breathing human being with the same desires and emotions.

Yet, to his father, he amounted to nothing.

With a sudden roar, Jonathan declared, "Tristan, whether you're real or an illusion, it doesn't matter. Today, I will crush you!" As he finished speaking, he unleashed the powerful Stormwind Fist without hesitation.

"Do you really think you can cast your magic?" Tristan's face was impassive.

Jonathan was also stunned. It was then he found that he couldn't unleash the Stormwind Fist.

It seems as though the elemental energy had disappeared from their surroundings.

Previously, Jonathan and Rhiannon's spiritual consciousness relied on the divine power within their cerebral domain, so they did not depend on elemental energy.

And now, when Jonathan wanted to harness the elemental energy, he realized that there was no elemental power in the air at all.

Jonathan stood there, stunned, his heart consumed by an overwhelming hatred for Tristan. It was a level of loathing he had never experienced before in his life.

With a fierce roar, he exclaimed, "Tristan, even without magic, I will kill you!" After he finished speaking, the power of his vitality erupted around him.

His body surged with blood as if a divine dragon was coursing through his veins.

With a single stride, Jonathan was instantly in front of Tristan. Then, Jonathan threw a fierce punch toward Tristan's abdomen.

the Immortal Stage Level Three in his cultivation, making his physical strength unparalleled. With a single punch, he wielded the power of an astonishing seven thousand five hundred kilograms. His

be able to down ten

was a regrettable circumstance that Jonathan

Astonishingly, he effortlessly caught Jonathan's punch, causing all of Jonathan's strength to

Tristan remained impassive,

formidable might, how could

an abrupt motion, Tristan delivered a swift

motion, Tristan delivered a

evade the attack. He was sent hurtling through the air, feeling excruciating pain in his chest as if his organs had shifted. The impact propelled him heavily into

blood and touched the crimson liquid on

smell of blood.

illusion, why did the pain

an illusion, he shouldn't be deceived like

Maisie had her by the neck, rendering her unable to wield any elemental energy and powerless to

Rhiannon's face, her feeble attempts to push Maisie away proving futile as her eyes

powerless to save Rhiannon, for

through the air to crash

advanced toward Jonathan with a slow, menacing stride, and terror surged through Jonathan. He saw Tristan as his eternal nightmare. Hatred swelled inside him, yet he felt utterly powerless to

crawl backward, his fear of Tristan overpowering any other

side, Rhiannon's eyes were turning white,

lifting his foot and slowly pressing it toward Jonathan's head. This seemed to be the definitive end

Terror consumed Jonathan.

an overwhelming hatred filled

if I'm going to die, I'll

to bear that title. Jonathan refused to let him be

Jonathan lifted his head, fixing a fierce glare on

within Jonathan. A surge of strength coursed through his body, and he reached out,

pressure, but Jonathan pushed back with all his might,

struck Jonathan, and he finally understood what

become

he delivered

resounding impact, Jonathan's fist struck Tristan's head

no way to evade the blow, transforming into billowing black smoke once

that's how

a

fears. As long as fear resided in one's heart, the pit would

a concerned glance

but refrained from intervening in

that Maisie was a manifestation of Rhiannon's fears, and no one else could defeat that fear for her. The only person who could conquer Maisie was Rhiannon

to Rhiannon, "Maisie represents your inner fear. To defeat her, you must stop being afraid. Once you no longer fear her,

white as she trembled all over. But at that moment, something shifted within her. Her eyes widened, and a fierce light burst from