The Man’s Decree

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Cloud hurled two punches angrily, but it was useless now.
Cloud hurled two punches angrily, but it was useless now.

The figures had disappeared from sight. Cloud couldn't hit anything.

“F*ck! We've been tricked. F*ck these Demonic Cultivators!” Vasily cursed through gritted teeth.

“Calm down. Let's see if it's true that we can't go out,” Jared said, then led the rest out of the palace.

A spiritual energy shield obstructed their path out of the cave.

They took turns attempting to shatter it, but the spiritual energy shield remained unyielding.

It was clear that the individual who had erected this spiritual energy shield possessed greater strength than any of them.

That realization made them fall into despair.

Cloud slumped weakly to the ground in dejection.

“It seems our fate is sealed. It would be so humiliating to die like this...”

Cloud did not want to meet his demise in this place, especially since he still needed to inherit Stellaris Sect.

Stellaris Sect was the wealthiest sect around. Cloud wouldn't have to concern himself with financial matters. If he died, there would be no heir for Stellaris Sect.

Vasily, too, appeared consumed by despair. He had wanted to locate the treasure and bring new life to the Archaic Body cultivators, yet now he found himself trapped here, helpless as he awaited his inevitable demise.
Cloud hurled two punches angrily, but it was useless now.


“Everyone, pull yourselves together! Maybe we'll find a way to get out of here,” Viola comforted them.

“How? They've obviously planned this. We're no match for them,” Cloud said, his regret for embarking on this treasure hunt weighing heavily on him.

Stellaris Sect wasn't in need of money. It offered him a life of luxury and comfort.

However, due to a regrettable choice, he now found himself trapped in this dire situation.

“Everyone, calm down,” Jared urged. “Let's find a way to save the others. There may be other ways when there are more people...”

He turned around and headed back into the palace.

Jerison, Sunny, and the others were standing guard over the ice crystals. Their eyes were closed, and they seemed relaxed. However, unbeknownst to them, their spiritual senses were gradually being drained.

Within the five ice coffins, the blood had started to stir. If Jared and his companions failed to rescue these cultivators, the blood essence of the ice soul beasts would continue to flow into the pattern.

Jared drew his Dragonslayer Sword, then slashed at the ice crystal that was being absorbed by Jerison.

The ice crystal remained intact.

Jerison still seemed to be enjoying himself as he pressed his hand on the ice crystal, absorbing its energy.

Jared's brows furrowed slightly. The power of his sword could shake the earth but it failed to cause damage to a tiny ice crystal.