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

as if he had become

Aetomoye placed his hands

of the Seboxiasm members, Aetomoye had always been known as the

and wanted to pass the Divine Tribulation.

Aetomoye would have

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

Pryncyp of Blood allowed him to restore it and

was why Aetomoye could

Realm. There would be no more growth

kept cultivating it, he could live for a long

like that and even

a scrawny old man yelled again

Aetomoye turned toward the elderly man and shot the

together, he began murmuring a

across the

from ten meters to fifty meters and

were alive. They turned into countless hands and began grabbing

cultivators around Jonathan drew out their magical items to block the

the area of the

the moment the blood

to the ground, they rotted instantly and turned into puddles of blood that blended

seconds, almost a hundred Grandmaster Realm

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

like drums came

Transference Coffin,

That’s Aetomoye’s heartbeat.

the blood trails, the overwhelming pressure around

body swelled up continuously, looking nothing like his weak self from moments

body kept increasing in size, as well as his

he looked like a balloon that kept

the faces of people in pain

as if they wanted to escape Aetomoye’s

those faces

of the blood trails, Aetomoye finally transformed

within the body had reached its peak

feel as if he was an insignificant being standing in front of

powerful state. Get ready to die!” Aetomoye lowered his head and stared at Jonathan. The former’s voice sounded distant as if it was traveling from another

his guard up, yet a giant fist landed on his

he was shoved into

from tan matars to fifty matars and