The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 1280-The Terrifying Arrow

As the woman spoke, Eva’s gaze grew piercingly cold.

She looked down at the supposed envoy lying at her feet, bound up tightly by the long cord of the magical item.

Without hesitation, she let go of the sharp blade in her hand, driving it straight through the cultivator’s shoulder.

“Trying to play tricks in front of me, huh? You’re courting death!”

Eva stepped on the weapon, firmly pinning the envoy to the ground.

Right then, a streak of azure light flashed from the doorway and pierced through the space behind Eva.

Behind her, a white-haired elder clad in a pristine robe reached out and lightly tapped the glowing sphere.”

The azure orb shattered and dispersed, coalescing in mid-air to create a peculiar arcane array.

As the arcane array took shape, Finnley’s voice unexpectedly echoed from within. “I’m Finnley Salladay, and I’m currently with Wilbur. He wants to form an alliance with us. Let’s go.”

Eva turned her head to look at the old man.

“Grandpa, where’s Finnley? We’re just waiting for the two of them now. That brat is always a step behind…”

As Eva was speaking, she noticed the elderly man across from her had a murderous look in his eyes.

“Wilbur! You must have a death wish!”

The elder gazed at the arcane array in his hand, and with a surge of spiritual energy coursing through him, he forcefully lifted the entire roof of the room.

Eva had never seen her great-grandfather this furious before. She promptly gathered the nearly dissipated magic array into her hand.

Just one glance was all it took for her eyes to widen in astonishment.

the

disciples of

must be true, or else Gregory

had a

the Whitley family and was renowned as the mightiest among the eight families, they naturally harbored concerns about becoming

numerous adjustments to guard against

of a second set of alterations to

to the message just relayed by Finnley, the changes in the formation clearly indicated that he had already met

directed straight to Gregory. Finnley’s goal was clear—to lure Wilbur to Gregory’s side and

sharp bird’s

to see dozens of enormous

Crack! Crack! Crack!

from the flying beasts, shattering chunks of bluestone upon landing. Slowly, everyone began to rise

me!” the cultivator that was pinned to the ground by Eva cried

her foot and firmly pressed

cultivator’s shoulder was knocked down, cleaving off the

of the decapitated body and sprayed

timing. I’ve been itching for a fight with nowhere to vent. Before

kicked The Hundred Beasts behind

by her spiritual energy, The Hundred Beasts spiraled into a hundred-foot-long scroll

“Attack!”

the figure of a ferocious tiger tore through the confines of

of moments, a relentless stream of savage beasts burst forth from the scroll,

time in dispatching the captured divine messengers. They then soared into the air

Gregory, who was brimming with spiritual energy, he stood at the center of the battle formation. With each strike, he sent a divine

Salladay

the village, Wilbur was perched atop a rat, peering through a spyglass, taking in everything

range of a few dozen kilometers. Once one of them strays too far, beyond the

there, and upon seeing a village, he exercised caution. Standing atop the mountain, he first assessed the situation

this habit of