The Legendary Man

Chapter 1219 Snake Den

"Stellario, aren’t Mallories known for their expertise in handling snakes and insects? Why are you struggling against them now?"

Jonathan’s clothes were stained crimson with blood.

The serpents moved with incredible speed, injecting an unidentified venom into their victim’s bloodstream through their bites.

Although their lives were not at risk due to Seboxia’s Divine Lock, their injuries proved difficult to heal.

Jonathan and Stellario were left in a state of panic as they failed to regenerate instantly, even with the infusion of Seboxia’s life force.

After all, a poison capable of resisting the might of Pryncyp of Strength was an alarming threat.

At the moment, Stellario gripped a dagger with a grave expression.

"The methods passed down in my family are futile against these snakes.You saw how my parasites were nothing more than a meal for them," Stellario explained, coughing up blood as he spoke.

As his blood dripped onto the ground, the snakes blurred into afterimages and launched their attack.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Amidst a flurry of resounding clashes, Jonathan was engulfed in unbearable agony, as if his organs had detonated within him.

"We can’t go on like this! I won’t be able to endure for much longer! We need a plan, and we need it now!"

Jonathan managed to utter through clenched teeth as he strained to hold the bronze handbell above him.

While the bronze handbell provided a formidable defense against physical assaults, it offered no protection against the ensuing vibrations and recoil.

Each strike from the snakes as they rammed into the bronze handbell felt akin to a devastating blow from a Grandmaster.

If they didn’t devise a plan soon, Jonathan feared he would dissolve into a pool of blood, much like Sirius of the Osborne family.

"Hold on!"

exclaimed, tightly gripping the black

tip, he merged his spiritual energy with the

began to emerge on Stellario’s skin as he performed a series of intricate hand

into minuscule bugs, no larger than grains of sand

he remarked, shooting a

the air, and the bugs swiftly assembled, taking the shape of a

talk, open the

"Let’s go!"

to store the bronze handbell back into his storage

"D*mn you!"

his neck. Simultaneously, the "black tattoos" on his skin burst forth, transforming into bloodied thorns that pierced the

creature similar to Sp*derman as the sharp tendrils impaled the

then, Seboxia’s spiritual energy manifested

have one minute to escape from here.Failure to do so will result in a dire consequence," Seboxia warned while Jonathan fought off

having a powerful cultivator like Seboxia and possessing Pryncyp of

have even allowed them to assert dominance over the small world if they so

dismay, the snakes in this realm possessed a defense akin to an invisible

Mount of No Return that even Seboxia’s

to only work against human entities

sealed off, creating a level playing field and forcibly resetting cultivators from Divine Realm and God Realm to the same

city center, bolstered by his possession of the spiritual bead containing

bead while others had lost their Pryncyp of Strength granted him significant strength and even the potential to

into despair when he discovered that

small world tamed the green wolves and other beasts for transportation demonstrated

barged into Yannopolis while it was

help Stellario