The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 702-Under the cover of the darkness of night, Stellario’s figure flashed across the snow-covered ground.

On the opposite side of the river bank, more figures appeared by the robed figure’s side.

“Awoo!”

The next moment, a wolf’s howl echoed through the air.

The shape of the figures rapidly evolved into that of giant werewolves.

From afar, one could see werewolves lined up on top of the hill, their numbers running into hundreds.

Just the sight of them alone was enough to send a chill down anyone’s spine.

Winston reached out for his rusty billhook as he continued to puff the cigarette between his lips.

“Damn it… Kathleen, go on ahead with both of them, and wait for us one hundred kilometers away.”

“Got it.”

After throwing a glance at the horde of werewolves across the river, Kathleen turned around and left.

Layla carried Killian in her arms while she was suspended in the air by Kathleen’s spiritual energy. They weren’t slowed down by the fact that Layla was just an ordinary person.

Carrying someone with spiritual energy for long distances would not have been possible if not for Kathleen’s high cultivation level. A cultivator of Grandmaster Realm would have been exhausted before getting far.

“I’ll leave a trail behind.”

No sooner had Kathleen spoken than Winston spat the stub of his cigarette into the fire.

“I’ll kill you if you don’t.”

Despite his frail appearance, Winston’s movements were anything but that.

In the blink of an eye, he had crossed the river and was charging up the hill.

“Winston, you take care of that annoying b*stard, while I deal with his lackeys.”

Stellario was already surrounded by werewolves. Nevertheless, his seemingly omnipresent parasites allowed him to stand toe to toe with more than ten enemies

area with a radius of tens of meters. Every single werewolf within it was grimacing

sense that Stellario’s spiritual energy was declining

the backbone of

the flesh and blood of his body. Under normal circumstances, he

their spiritual energy to reinvigorate the parasites, causing them to grow at

supply of spiritual energy needed to sustain the technique was why Stellario’s reserves were

the werewolf in

werewolves and

He held up his spirit shield, and the rust on his billhook gradually fell off the blade and

him was

the back

Bang!

if he was a watermelon being smashed onto the

stared at the leg he was holding and scoffed, “You’re no match

Whoosh! Whoosh!

struck one after another. With a tilt of his body, the parasite swarm he unleashed engulfed the

of my

mouth

blade cut down anyone in his path, while Stellario’s parasites showed no mercy to

time, both of them arrived in front of

kill you for tailing me all the

into the air and shot out a black line from his hands. It turned out to be a small yet slick-looking black

“Holy shit!”

seen it all, he still cowered in fear when he saw the snake flying

was no ordinary venomous creature. Legend had it that it was one of the Mallory family’s trump cards that were handed down through the generations,

concert, the patriarch of the Whitley family, who happened to be a Divine Realm cultivator,

a pool of blood

Winston

the Black Serpent God. Its venom is less deadly.” Stellario felt obliged

used his spiritual sense on the snake,

Serpent God is the black snake that

his age, he was already old enough to

he didn’t engage the patriarch directly in battle, he did manage to