The Legendary Man novel Chapter 1098

Waves of spiritual pressure surged in the passage.

However, Jonathan was not crushed as Ivanov had expected.

In fact, Jonathan’s armor was swiftly regenerating.

Furthermore, Jonathan’s wounds were healing as the man himself rose to his feet shakily.

When he sensed the mighty life force Jonathan exuded, Ivanov halted.

“You’re not Jonathan,” Ivanov icily said to Seboxia.

In the meantime, Seboxia was moving Jonathan’s body.

Although he had helped Jonathan fight before, he had fought by manifesting a physical form with his Pryncyp of Life and spiritual energy.

Even during their time at Delisgar Ridge, Seboxia had only manifested a physical form using his spiritual power and had never gained full control over Jonathan’s body as he did now.

Seboxia had successfully evaded the relentless passage of time during his thousand-year-long silence, but he could not escape the fate of becoming a ghost confined to the shadows.

Now that he was in Jonathan’s body, Seboxia trembled as he took in all the senses the body could feel.

He was revitalized, and his spiritual energy was surging in his veins. His heart was pounding vigorously, and he could smell the scent of soil.

He could feel the pressure of the ground and the icy humidity that blanketed him.

Every single one of the sensations—no matter whether it was good or bad—seemed all too precious for Seboxia.

“So this is what it feels like to have a body. It’s been such a long time since I felt all these things.”

Seboxia was rubbing his hands together in a frenzied manner, his actions resembling that of a madman.

The last time Seboxia took control of Jonathan’s body, he only had temporary control because Jonathan’s soul had been resisting him. As a consequence, Seboxia’s control over Jonathan’s body was incomplete, and he did not have clear access to all of Jonathan’s senses.

But now, with Jonathan willingly surrendering his body, Seboxia could finally experience a profound awareness of the vessel he was possessing.

It was intoxicating for someone who had been living in darkness for over a thousand years.

Just like Jonathan’s concerns, Seboxia found himself becoming increasingly addicted to the sensations, to the point where he entertained the idea of permanently taking over the body.

Although the underground was shrouded in darkness, the two Divine Realm cultivators could see each other with remarkable clarity, down to the finest details.

The longer Ivanov watched Seboxia touching his arm like a lunatic, the louder the alarm bells in Ivanov’s head rang.

Immediately, he summoned two formless swords made from his Pryncyp.

Magical items were no longer of any use to Divine Realm cultivators like them, for there were too few magical items that could compare to Pryncyp. Most were much weaker than Pryncyp weapons, so Divine Realm cultivators tended to attack and defend with their Pryncyps.

After a shudder, the two Pryncyp weapons silently dashed toward Seboxia.

However, Seboxia easily shattered those Pryncyp blades with a flick of his fingers.

“You’re Ivanov, right?” Seboxia asked with a smile before clasping his hands together in front of his chest.

“It seems like you’re the one who grasps the Pryncyp of Strength, and you’ve noticed that I’m not Jonathan Goldstein. There’s always someone who’s the cause of another’s grievance. Mister, why don’t you let me go so that you’ll spare us an unnecessary battle?”

Seboxia spoke in fluent Remdikian, his accent carrying a peculiar pronunciation that differed from the current Remdikian accent.

Instead, it resembled the ancient Remdikian dialect that was prevalent in remote mountainous regions.

“You’re Remdikian?” Ivanov asked with a frown.

Seboxia did a slight bow. “I’m Seboxia of West Region.”