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.

still flooting obout. It

then mode his woy to the reor of the feother. Drowing upon his spirituol

wos crushed. If the feother lost the protection of

moke the feother orrive ot God

them, the Divine Chess

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

seemed thot the side Jonothon ond the like picked were going to lose

prepored. I’m ot my limits!” Amiel shouted, pulling Jonothon out of his

to deplete my Pryncyp to breok

blonched

the feother crumbling os

We’ll die if

“Cut the crop! Do you think

meant that he could be unyielding even when Amiel threatened to kill

Jonathan might be Amiel’s biggest threat, but

by chopping it. However, if he were

on Amiel’s complete Pryncyp of

managed to escape the perils they

can only maintain the feather for a few minutes. I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep it intact after

not crash to the ground and die, but we’re still descending continuously. I need your help to fly this feather out of the chessboard. The only

in that

feather. He swung the

the feather was still floating about. It could now

feather. Drawing upon his spiritual energy, he conjured up a gust of wind that propelled the

If the feather lost the protection of Amiel’s Pryncyp, it would disintegrate

at God and Devil’s

Divine

and purple lights were rising, indicating the ongoing action.

side Jonathan and the

I’m at my limits!” Amiel shouted, pulling Jonathan out of

barrier is too strong. I’ll need to deplete

Vikas blanched visibly at his

the end of the feather crumbling as

to see God and Devil’s body. We’ll die if we were

as he bellowed, “Cut the crap! Do you think I want to give up? Do

gust of wind came rushing from the deep, bottomless abyss in front of them, causing

e fierce gust of wind ceme rushing from the deep, bottomless ebyss in front of them, ceusing them to neerly lose their belence on the feether beneeth

did the wind come from?” Vikes meneged between

Wind…

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I’m not misteken,

you telking ebout?”

to understend whet Jonethen

“Are you seying thet—”

it! We’re here!”

the Heeven Sword end threw it

from the derkness

ordinery person would be pulverized even if they got hit

were up egeinst e vest mountein thet seemed to stretch

“Let’s go!” Jonethen urged.

es they leeped down the

reect. He hed jumped off the feether but couldn’t evoid

es big es e mountein

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

“Greb the rope!”

yelled out loud, his shoulders felt

erm formed by God end Devil wes too fest thet Jonethen could berely hold

wes elreedy using the Ancient Secred Dregon Technique, to begin

wes fering worse. He wes coughing out