The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 808-The bronze handbell could protect Jonathan from external attacks, but it would turn the attacks into impacts on Jonathan.

Even so, the abundant life force coming from the Transference Coffin was enough to eliminate all injuries.

Moreover, the Transference Coffin was not the slightest bit affected by the bronze handbell’s power. It could pass through the golden spirit shield and turn into the sharpest weapon in Jonathan’s hand.

“To hell with you!”

Holding the weapon in his hand, Jonathan brought it down on the blood mist around him.

Although Jonathan did not know why Aetomoye could keep changing and regenerating his flesh, the former had nothing more to worry about. After all, he had basically gained an indestructible body, which he did not have to bother protecting. All he needed to do was figure out how to attack intensely.

As he brandished Transference Coffin, loud cracking sounds echoed through the sky.

The blood mist seemed to have lost its power in the face of the Transference Coffin. Every time Jonathan swung the weapon, the blood mist would fade a little.

Moreover, strange fluctuations would rise from Transference Coffin with every swing Jonathan made.

It was an indescribable form of energy. Though Jonathan was separated from it by the bronze handbell’s golden light, he could still feel a strong energy that surpassed Pryncyp of Strength.

It actually wrapped itself around Transference Coffin and became the most powerful item in the precinct.

Any form of energy, be it spiritual energy or Pryncyp of Strength, would be destroyed if they got close to the energy around Transference Coffin. They could not give the coffin additional support.

Is this how Transference Coffin resists the effects of time?

Jonathan could not help but frown when he recalled the number, six hundred and ninety-eight, on the stone tablet.

He knew little about the West Region’s language, but he knew a few simple words.

The coffin was probably buried in AD 678, which meant it had been around for more than one thousand and three hundred years.

The fact that it could remain intact for so long was a miracle.

Meanwhile, bloody palm prints kept appearing on the golden light around Jonathan.

To Jonathan’s surprise, Aetomoye had not given up attacking. Alas, all the latter’s attacks were useless on Jonathan at that moment.

Perhaps Aetomoye did not understand what was happening. After all, he managed to injure Jonathan severely in his first round of attacks.

I should be able to kill Jonathan as long as I keep attacking. Why isn’t it working now?

Aetomoye was befuddled, but Jonathan was enjoying himself by brandishing the weapon.

Jonathan made dozens of swings, obliterating some blood mist with each swing thanks to the energy on Transference Coffin.

Finally, Aetomoye could not hold it in anymore. He dispersed the blood mist around him and regained his human form on the roof by the side.

was in his mid-forties. And now,

he had

the roof, Aetomoye placed

Aetomoye had

and wanted to pass the Divine Tribulation. Unfortunately, he

would have turned into a pool of

the Divine Tribulation. Still, even though he did not break through Divine Realm, he had

mastery of Pryncyp of Blood allowed him to restore it

was why Aetomoye

Aetomoye could never enter Divine Realm. There would be no more growth

cultivating it, he could live

meet Jonathan, who could brandish the coffin like that

old man

turned toward the elderly man

together, he began murmuring

across the area,

went from ten meters to fifty meters and two hundred

alive. They turned into countless hands

the meantime, seven God Realm cultivators around Jonathan drew out their magical items to

the area of the blood trails were not

minced meat the moment the blood trails wrapped

they rotted instantly and

almost a hundred Grandmaster

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

sounds like drums came

Transference Coffin,

That’s Aetomoye’s heartbeat.

blood trails, the overwhelming pressure around him

continuously, looking nothing like his

increasing in size,

like

pain constantly appeared on his swelling

faces kept struggling as if they wanted to escape

there was no sound, anyone who saw those faces

the gathering of the blood trails, Aetomoye finally

within the body had reached its peak as

as if he was an insignificant being standing in front of

his head and stared at Jonathan. The former’s voice sounded distant as if it was traveling from

yet a giant fist landed on his head in the

was shoved into the

matars to fifty matars and two