As Jared and Warren were the only two people around, the latter did not beat around the bush.
“Your Demonic Cultivation has no effect on me anymore. If this is your trump card, you're doomed,” Jared coldly told him.
“Let's see, then!”
Warren fumed. Then, his hands swiftly moved in the air, and the black mist began swirling rapidly like rushing horses.
Soon, the black mist transformed into a ferocious beast, and it bared its fang and howled.
All of a sudden, a drop of blood essence floated out from the mark on Warren's chest. It then drifted toward the spot between the beast's eyes and sunk under its skin.
“Jared, you've underestimated the art of Demonic Cultivation. If the art of Demonic Cultivation is that lousy, why would I even waste time cultivating it?”
As Warren spoke, he moved his finger. The beast roared and instantly lunged toward Jared.
It sped toward Jared at an unimaginable speed, and at that moment, it seemed like Jared was about to become its prey.
Nevertheless, Jared calmly unleashed the Power of Dragons and shot out a fist.
However, that fist of his didn't do anything. It was so weak. On the other hand, he was sucked into the beast's body as though it was a black hole.
Jared's body disappeared into the darkness. The beast howled before it began radiating light. All of a sudden, Jared, who was in the darkness, saw light in front of his eyes. Then, next came the scorching heat.
It was hundreds of times hotter than the heat of the sun—it felt as if the heat was going to melt Jared.
When Warren saw that, he grinned.
“You're still too inexperienced.”
Although Jared was powerful, he was still young. He did not have enough battle experience.
Thus, he did not realize how mighty Warren's black mist could be.
Warren then took out his phone and called Zion.
“How is it? Have you killed Jared?” Zion asked.
“Three minutes. In three minutes, Jared will melt into a puddle of viscous liquid,” Warren confidently replied.
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