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.

in his mid-forties. And now, he seemed

he

Aetomoye placed his

Aetomoye had always been

of Blood and wanted to pass the Divine Tribulation. Unfortunately,

have turned into a pool of

he did not break through Divine Realm, he had

his mastery of Pryncyp of Blood allowed him to restore it and forcibly maintain his life

Aetomoye could not

more growth in his cultivation

cultivating it, he could live for a

could brandish the coffin like that and

man yelled

that, Aetomoye turned toward the elderly man and shot the latter a

his hands together, he began

out across the

meters to

were alive. They turned into countless hands and began

Realm cultivators around Jonathan drew out their magical items to block the blood

within the area of the blood trails

moment the

meats fell to the ground, they rotted instantly and turned into

a few seconds, almost a hundred Grandmaster Realm cultivators became a part of the

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

sounds like drums

Coffin, Jonathan retracted his

That’s Aetomoye’s heartbeat.

trails, the overwhelming pressure around him grew

up continuously, looking nothing like his

in his body kept increasing in size, as well

that moment, he looked like a balloon that

faces of people in pain constantly appeared on his

if they

no sound, anyone who saw those faces would

the gathering of the blood trails, Aetomoye finally transformed into

body had reached its peak

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

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

giant fist landed on

he was shoved into

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