The legendary warrior

A sudden hush descended upon the area. Needless to say, Ricky's performance had shocked everyone.

Just now, he had used an offensive skill that absorbed his opponents' lifespan and added it to his own.

They had never heard of such a skill, let alone seen it used by anyone before.

Perhaps, some of them had heard of it, but only when it had been used for evil means. They all felt like this was the first time someone had applied such an exceptional skill for aboveboard reasons. There was no trace of evil on Ricky at all.

Those who saw what had happened couldn't help but feel intimidated by Ricky. As for the devils, they were terrified.

'It seems that I will never be able to overtake him.'

As Peter gazed at Ricky's towering facade, a confusing mix of feelings pulled at his heartstrings. Of course, he was happy about his friend's success, but he also felt slightly frustrated at the same time.

"This isn't surprising at all, Peter, since he was once an incredible demi-spiritual emperor."

Claire must have noticed Peter's discouragement, so she tried to comfort him through telepathy. "Incredible demi-spiritual emperors are exceedingly rare, and several eras could pass with only one in existence."

"I understand."

Peter sighed.

In fact, he had already decided not to fight Ricky, even before Claire said all these things to him.

It would be stupid, as he would be the only one hurt if he insisted on fighting a powerful warrior like Ricky.

'Borrowing Life from Death. Once again, it has worked wonders for me. Indeed, it has yet to disappoint me!' Ricky thought with great excitement as he felt his lifespan exponentially increase. He could tell that after absorbing the three devils' life essence, the life he had sacrificed to activate the skill of Travel Back Through Time had already been restored.

And even though the devils' life essence contained some of their evil nature, it wasn't a big deal for Ricky. After all, he had the Devourer Zone, which could dispel the evil nature very well.

Once Ricky recovered the life essence he had consumed, he immediately deactivated the skill of Borrowing Life from Death.

excellent self-control. He

he could

couldn't allow

conditions. Only when these conditions were met would he allow himself to use the

on an enemy he considered unforgivable, someone who didn't deserve any mercy, such as the devil race. Lastly,

selfless guy. He had to prioritize his safety

he had deactivated the skill of Borrowing Life from Death, these devils had no hopes of surviving already. He quickly killed them and seized

in front of you, but you can

had stopped using the skill of Borrowing Life from Death of his own volition, the Dragon Intent Grass

is a double-edged sword. I have to use it well, or else I'll risk hurting myself and those close to me. This restraint is crucial in

replied Ricky.

supreme master. The only thing you lack is time," the Dragon Intent Grass remarked. "In fact, I think you are the strongest warrior I

you flatter me! Thank you,"

to end this battle!" He then turned to Mordechai and other companions, his voice pulling them from their shocked reverie.

have gawked in

long, they successfully destroyed this stronghold.

just get points from this, but they had also killed the

only lasted for a moment.

they thought they had won the battle, an incomparably powerful evil spirit appeared out of nowhere. Its menacing aura instantly shrouded the entire area, forming a world

second, the space was sealed.

a demi-saint could transform this space into a world of evil spirit, and that was happening at this moment. Whoever it was had managed to hide their presence from them and even blocked the space so no one could escape.

help exchanging glances as fear took shape

death. They didn't show it on their faces,

Devil tribe looked thrilled. They thought they were going to die, but it looked like someone had come to save them.

was undoubtedly a master of the devil race. They were saved!

a figure clothed in blood-colored clothes appeared. It was a young man who had a potent blood-red evil spirit around him, and it felt incredibly potent like the man had

a demon and had a small crimson

the devil race, the Crimson