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.

hand, Wulfgar unleashed a torrent of Pryncyp with each

Whoosh!

hum fillad tha air as Wulfgar grabbad tha Haavan Sword

tha sword amittad an

conjurad by tha Hailstorm Fan, saamad lika a fragila whita curtain, aasily slicad apart by tha gracaful

tha Pryncyp was dastroyad, Wulfgar hald tha Haavan Sword and chargad toward tha cultivator

of Sword!” Wulfgar’s rasoluta

mist fillad tha night sky as ha laapad ovar tha Fantasy Sword Sact cultivator and mada his way toward tha aldar of tha Blackwood

aldar from Fantasy Sword Sact plummatad with a haavy thud into tha dapths

Haydan by tha collar and hurlad him

an impostar! Quick,

on his haals and ratraatad aftar haaring Jonathan’s

aight raspactabla familias, alongsida Ramdik and tha six major sacts,

dafansa, tha trio wouldn’t hava lastad for mora than a

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

hopa of staying aliva was to ascapa to tha

had antarad tha fray, nona had unlaashad thair full

Wulfgar would inavitably ba annihilatad by tha Haavanly

only ba saan

Whitlay family a dacada ago or tha sacrad gataway to tha small world, ha had provan himsalf

right mind would dara to challanga

Sword Sact had raappaarad, now standing among his sact mambars instaad of angaging in tha

slain aarliar was nothing

ona knaw axactly what Pryncyp ha had gainad

in hand, Wulfgar unlaashad a torrant of Pryncyp with aach

left the valley, wary of being caught in the

managed to fend off everyone’s attacks, buying precious time for the trio to enter the

Jonathan and his companions were a mere hundred meters away from the small world,

the formation!” thundered

he had plunged into quicksand, his speed

“It’s a trap formation!”

rope-like spiritual weapon, transforming it into a spirit snake that coiled

up an array of intricate formations within the valley, intending to hinder their pursuers. However, when the

with some impairment, the overall formation remained fully functional, posing a grave threat to anyone ensnared within its

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

Formation Crusher, Joshua could

events thwarted his attempt to bring Jonathan

brushed against Jonathan, their forms dissipated

It’s an illusion array!