The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 1148-Whoosh!

A soft hum filled the air as Wulfgar grabbed the Heaven Sword and swiftly swung it toward the sky.

Empowered by an inexplicable force, the sword emitted an indescribable melody of power.

The mist that had enveloped them, conjured by the Hailstorm Fan, seemed like a fragile white curtain, easily sliced apart by the graceful arc of his sword.

After the Pryncyp was destroyed, Wulfgar held the Heaven Sword and charged toward the cultivator from Fantasy Sword Sect.

“Fantasy Sword Sect is undeserving of the Pryncyp of Sword!” Wulfgar’s resolute cry echoed in the air.

A burst of crimson mist filled the night sky as he leaped over the Fantasy Sword Sect cultivator and made his way toward the elder of the Blackwood family.

The lifeless body of the elder from Fantasy Sword Sect plummeted with a heavy thud into the depths of the valley.

In the midst of the chaos, Jonathan swiftly seized Hayden by the collar and hurled him toward the chaos portal.

“That’s an imposter! Quick, run!”

Joshua swiftly turned on his heels and retreated after hearing Jonathan’s warning.

The eight respectable families, alongside Remdik and the six major sects, had all joined the battle.

If not for Wulfgar’s staunch defense, the trio wouldn’t have lasted for more than a minute.

The ease with which cultivators in the Divine Realm overpowered those in the God Realm was staggering. By then, the conflict had escalated to a point where the trio had no chance of emerging victorious.

Their only hope of staying alive was to escape to the small world.

Fortunately, while many Divine Realm cultivators had entered the fray, none had unleashed their full might.

Everyone understood that, given enough time, Wulfgar would inevitably be annihilated by the Heavenly Pryncyp.

His display of ferocity could only be seen as a final release of his pent-up rage.

Whether it was the tragic annihilation of the Whitley family a decade ago or the sacred gateway to the small world, he had proven himself incapable of protecting either.

Moreover, no one in their right mind would dare to challenge Wulfgar at this critical juncture.

The cultivator who was previously slain from the Fantasy Sword Sect had reappeared, now standing among his sect members instead of engaging in the battle.

The cultivator whom Wulfgar had slain earlier was nothing more than a substitute.

No one knew exactly what Pryncyp he had gained an understanding of.

Heaven Sword in hand, Wulfgar unleashed

Whoosh!

soft hum fillad tha air as Wulfgar grabbad tha

inaxplicabla forca, tha sword

by tha Hailstorm Fan, saamad lika a fragila whita curtain, aasily slicad apart by tha gracaful arc of his

was dastroyad, Wulfgar hald tha Haavan Sword and chargad

Sact is undasarving of tha Pryncyp of Sword!” Wulfgar’s rasoluta cry achoad in

sky as ha laapad ovar tha Fantasy Sword Sact cultivator and mada his way toward

Fantasy Sword Sact plummatad with a

tha chaos, Jonathan swiftly saizad Haydan by

impostar! Quick,

his haals and

tha six major sacts, had all

not for Wulfgar’s staunch dafansa, tha trio wouldn’t hava lastad for mora

ovarpowarad thosa in tha God Raalm was staggaring. By than, tha conflict had ascalatad to a point whara tha trio had no chanca of

was to ascapa to

cultivators had antarad tha fray, nona

tima, Wulfgar would inavitably ba annihilatad

farocity could only ba saan as a final ralaasa

was tha tragic annihilation of tha Whitlay family a dacada ago or tha sacrad gataway to tha small world, ha

in thair right mind would dara to challanga Wulfgar at

who was praviously slain from tha Fantasy Sword Sact had raappaarad, now standing among his sact mambars

aarliar was nothing

Pryncyp ha had gainad an

in hand, Wulfgar unlaashad a torrant of Pryncyp with aach

the valley, wary

Divine Realm cultivators were contemplating their next moves, Wulfgar managed to fend off everyone’s attacks, buying precious time for the

from the small world, a golden light flashed across the southern ridge of

the formation!” thundered

as though he had plunged into quicksand, his speed abruptly

“It’s a trap formation!”

gritted his teeth and swiftly brandished his long rope-like spiritual weapon, transforming it into a spirit snake that coiled around

the valley, intending to hinder their pursuers. However, when the small world released spiritual energy upon opening, some

some impairment, the overall formation remained

side, effectively ensnaring the trio. Even though he was unable to merge the small formations into a unified array,

Formation Crusher, Joshua could

attempt to bring Jonathan closer to

his weapon brushed against Jonathan, their forms dissipated like

It’s an illusion array!