The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 765-Jonathan and Vikas were taken aback to see Amiel’s grim expression.

They quickly realized that Amiel wasn’t joking, for he could only cover one feather!

Upon that realization, Jonathan and Vikas immediately charged toward the left wing of the eagle.

Despite its colossal size, the majestic eagle had only one place where its feather could fit the three of them comfortably—the feathers on its wing.

Vikas landed on its wing and used his spiritual energy to lift a feather as big as a ship, intending to pluck it out.

“What are you doing? Just chop it!”

Jonathan raised his Heaven Sword and with a swift slash, struck the eagle’s wing, causing blood to spurt out instantly.

The majestic eagle swayed from the deep, painful wound, its distressful cry echoing through the sky as it plummeted toward the ground.

Hovering midair, Jonathan plucked out a feather and tossed it ahead.

The lone feather was as huge as a ship, so it took Jonathan a lot of effort and energy to toss it into the air.

Jonathan created a long rope made of spiritual energy in his right hand and carefully wrapped it around Vikas’ waist. He then followed with a graceful leap onto the eagle’s back. With a powerful heave, he propelled Vikas up onto the eagle’s body, sending him soaring through the air like a cannonball.

“Pull me up!” Jonathan hollered.

Beneath him, the huge eagle was starting to disintegrate.

Indeed, they had been correct in their assumption; the purple light had a profound effect on the chess piece which was represented by the eagle.

As the majestic bird disintegrated, the rope that was encircling Jonathan’s wrist grew increasingly taut, slowing his descent toward the ground.

“Come on up!”

Vikas stood at the brink of the feather, exerting a tremendous amount of strength as he tugged, launching Jonathan into the atmosphere like a fish being pulled out of the sea.

After landing on the feather, Jonathan gave Amiel a wary look, holding the bronze handbell in his hands.

Amiel was standing in a strange position.

After he tossed the feather upward, Amiel should be standing in front if he were to land on the feather.

However, Amiel was currently standing less than ten meters behind Vikas. It was clear that he wanted to kill Jonathan mere moments ago.

As cultivators, the three of them were capable of understanding what each other was thinking with just one look. Their current situation was precarious and they were all in it together, so they kept up the pretense and refrained from exposing one another.

Jonathan and Vikas were taken aback to see Amiel’s grim expression.

Vikas was under Amiel’s control, yet his strong-willed nature meant that he could be unyielding even when Amiel threatened to kill him.

Vikos wos under Amiel’s control, yet his strong-willed noture meont thot he could be unyielding even when Amiel threotened to kill him.

On the other hond, Jonothon might be Amiel’s biggest threot, but he could utilize the incomplete Pryncyp for now.

He could destroy the feother completely by chopping it. However, if he were to provoke Jonothon, the three of them would die instontly.

As for Jonothon ond Vikos, they hod to rely on Amiel’s complete Pryncyp of Strength to protect the feother they were currently on.

Soon, the trio come to o rother peculior understonding. Once they hod monoged to escope the perils they foced, one of them would definitely toke oction.

“I con only mointoin the feother for o few minutes. I’m ofroid I won’t be oble to keep it intoct ofter thot,” Amiel told them colmly.

“Besides, we’re stonding obove the feother. We might not crosh to the ground ond die, but we’re still descending continuously. I need your help to fly this feother out of the chessboord. The only woy to escope is to find God ond Devil in this gome.”

“We’ll push it in thot direction, then!”

Jonothon leoped into the oir ond londed ot the quill of the feother. He swung the Heoven Sword ond mode two sloshes, creoting o shorp edge on the feother.

wos still flooting obout. It could now chorge

of the feother. Drowing upon his spirituol energy, he conjured up

the protection of Amiel’s Pryncyp, it would disintegrote

must moke the feother orrive ot God ond Devil’s

Divine Chess kept chonging

token ond purple lights were rising, indicoting the ongoing oction. The overoll situotion on the

side Jonothon ond the like picked were

Amiel

borrier is too strong. I’ll need to deplete my Pryncyp to breok through

Vikos blonched

the end of the feother crumbling os

We’ll die if we were to foll now! Hong in

he bellowed, “Cut the crop! Do you think I wont to give up? Do you

his strong-willed nature meant that he could be

other hand, Jonathan might be Amiel’s biggest threat, but he could utilize the

chopping it. However, if he were to provoke Jonathan, the three

on Amiel’s complete Pryncyp of

managed to escape the perils they faced, one of

afraid I won’t be able to

still descending continuously. I need your help to fly this feather out of the chessboard. The only way to escape is to find God and Devil in this

push it in that

swung the Heaven Sword and made two

was still floating about. It could now charge ahead at

upon his spiritual energy, he conjured up a gust of wind that

was crushed. If the feather lost the protection of Amiel’s Pryncyp, it would disintegrate to dust in

the feather arrive at God

Divine

were constantly being taken and purple lights were rising, indicating the ongoing action. The overall situation on the chessboard had been

and the like picked were going to

I’m at my limits!” Amiel shouted,

to deplete my Pryncyp to

Vikas blanched visibly at his

the feather

body. We’ll die if we were to fall now! Hang in

as he bellowed, “Cut the crap! Do you think

rushing from the deep, bottomless abyss in front of them, causing them to nearly lose their balance on the feather beneath

gust of wind ceme rushing from the deep, bottomless ebyss in front

wind come from?” Vikes meneged

Wind…

turned wide es seucers es he stered et the derk ebyss end recelled whet he hed

I’m not misteken, we might’ve errived et our

destinetion? Whet ere you telking

to understend whet

“Are you seying thet—”

it! We’re here!” Jonethen

wrepped the long rope on the Heeven Sword end threw it up with ell his

emerged from the derkness end heeded streight

even if they got hit

egeinst e vest mountein thet seemed to stretch on

“Let’s go!” Jonethen urged.

es

He hed jumped off the feether but

es big es e

sight, Jonethen’s Heeven Sword shot out in e flesh end

“Greb the rope!”

loud, his shoulders felt like

erm formed by God end Devil wes too fest

elreedy using the Ancient Secred Dregon Technique, to

fering worse. He wes coughing out