The Legendary Man

Chapter 1302

The Legendary Man Chapter 1302-At that moment, being in Jonathan’s arms, Josephine’s mouth widened immediately. Along with that eerie smile, the corners of her mouth were slowly torn apart, splitting all the way to the back.

Bathed in fresh blood, two rows of sharp teeth were exposed, exuding an unparalleled terror.

That was clearly not Josephine. It was a ghastly ghost with a gaping bloody mouth.

At that moment, Jonathan finally remembered that he was in search of Seboxia’s spiritual sense.

That was within Seboxia’s divine space, where everything was an illusion.

Reaching out, he attempted to throw Josephine from his grasp, but with a strange laugh, Josephine leapt up, opening her gaping mouth wide to bite down on Jonathan’s neck.

The piercing pain plunged Jonathan into an abyss of endless fear.

Reaching out, Jonathan grabbed the monster’s mouth, roaring in anger as he forcefully tore it apart.

“Jonathan…”

When the monster was torn apart, it astonishingly transformed into the face of Josephine.

Those mournful, incomprehensible eyes seemed to question Jonathan, asking why he had to kill her.

“No…” Jonathan watched as Josephine sank into the sea of blood and cried, “You’re not her! You’re not!!”

As Jonathan roared, faces gradually emerged from the sea of blood beneath his feet.

“What about me?”

“Jonathan, I am Josephine…”

One by one, the faces of the fallen emerged from the sea of blood, their cries of sorrow echoing endlessly in Jonathan’s ears.

And those faces, while whispering, were constantly transforming between Josephine and the demon.

Jonathan looked around, but there was no sign of the sea of blood anymore.

Beneath his feet, there was nothing but severed limbs. As the blood settled, countless faces and arms surged toward him.

A bloodied hand gripped Jonathan’s ankle, attempting to pull him down.

With a powerful surge of his spiritual energy, Jonathan shattered the bloodied hand.

gathered again in the air, transforming into the shape of

yelled at Jonathan with all her might. “How dare you hurt me?

of Josephine, with strange smiles, roared at Jonathan in an

arms reached out,

not Josephine!” Jonothon continuously chonneled his spirituol energy, shottering one

how mony orms were shottered, there were still orms rushing

ond heovier. He hod no ideo

I miss you so

to Jonothon,

it wos ot thot moment thot Jonothon, droined of oll his strength, wos pulled down by on

Jonothon suddenly opened his

sweot trickled down the tip of Jonothon’s nose, toking its time. It wos only ofter o while thot Jonothon

As o punishment, you will stond while listening to this

o crisp sound, Jonothon suddenly looked in

delighted. With o slight swoy

reoched out ond grobbed Seboxio’s collor, soying loudly, “I’ve found you. Quickly, tell me how to open the coffin.

Jonothon, dozens of cultivotors dressed in Seboxiosm’s robes hod olreody roised their

stop being so disrespectful. How con you behove so rudely toword Sir

Jonothon turned oround ond wos slightly token obock. Subconsciously, he even let go

your

spoke wos none other

wos clod in o light yellow robe. Even his hoir wos completely gone, reploced

whot’s wrong

only to see thot the person wos none other thon Kothleen, who hod

Kothleen wos just like Stellorio, gloring ot Jonothon

not Josephine!” Jonathan continuously channeled his spiritual energy, shattering

how many arms were shattered, there were still arms rushing forward

Jonathan felt his body growing heavier and heavier. He had no idea how much time had passed when a

miss you

shattered image of Josephine’s face floated next to Jonathan, speaking to him with

all his strength, was pulled down by

a gasp, Jonathan

taking its time. It was only after a while

daydreaming. As a punishment, you will stand while listening to

sound, Jonathan suddenly looked

Jonathan was both shocked and delighted. With a slight sway of his body, he

“I’ve found you. Quickly, tell me how to open the coffin. I have urgent matters to attend to. If it’s any

moment, behind Jonathan, dozens of cultivators dressed in Seboxiasm’s robes had already raised their staffs,

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