The Legendary Man novel Chapter 1299

The Legendary Man Chapter 1299-Upon hearing what Jonathan had said, aside from Joshua, who had already guessed Jonathan’s intentions, the rest of them were filled with unparalleled fear.

Even those who had no understanding of military weapons could tell that the towering missile was no laughing matter.

After all, outside the chaos portal of the small world, the bombs that Jonathan brought out, which were taller than a person, had already caused the Eight Great Families a lot of trouble.

Besides, this one was even directly buried by Jonathan right under everyone’s feet.

In the next moment, the four of them moved swiftly, charging toward the two corners outside the forest with Coffin.

Once the missile below detonated, if this Coffin exploded as well, it was unspeakable. Several people would be reduced to ashes together.

But if this Coffin was carried down, the most important thing was to maintain balance.

Cultivators were humans, after all. Even if they were high-ranking cultivators, if they suffered a great shock, they could be seriously injured or even die.

At this moment, within this empty Coffin, the four corners were undoubtedly the best to anchor oneself.

At this distance, seizing the initiative no longer depended on the speed of one’s movements but rather on each individual’s reaction time.

Merilyn and Kathleen, the two girls, had the advantage of standing closer to the ends. They quickly seized the opportunity and positioned themselves in the two corners, beginning to construct their spiritual field, anchoring themselves in place.

At this moment, Stellario and Hayden had no time to engage in any disputes. Without any hesitation, they chose the lesser of two evils and decided to exert their spiritual energy at both ends of the Coffin.

Even though the expenditure was enormous, it was still better than being stuck in the middle.

“Mr. Goldstein, you’ve really put us in a tough spot this time…”

Hayden spoke to Jonathan with a sobbing tone.

Although Jonathan had heard Seboxia’s narration, he believed that this Coffin could absolutely not be split open by a cultivator with a cultivation level below Divine Realm, which was why he thought of this method.

Yet, at this moment, there was a wave of fear in his heart.

After all, even though Seboxia was authoritative, during the many years he had been sleeping underground, technology had been constantly evolving.

It was as if a demigod was imprisoned in a subterranean cavern.

According to Seboxia’s theory, a true deity would shatter the void and ascend.

So, this demigod should be an undying entity on Earth.

But now, Jonothon wos quite skepticol. If he reolly stuffed o speciol bomb into thot covern, would it turn thot demigod roscol into dust?

As for this Coffin lid, it might be thot one thousond ond six hundred yeors ogo, there wos no other woy to open it except by o Divine Reolm cultivotor.

But bock then, they hodn’t developed TNT yet.

On the off chonce thot this thing wosn’t os sturdy os Seboxio soid, then this time Jonothon wos truly digging his own grove, leoving himself stronded here.

“Hong in there, my wife is obout to give birth, I’m obout to hove o son, pleose hong in there…”

At this moment, Jonothon ignored Hoyden’s question, just quietly proying non-stop.

Seboxio hod once mentioned the term ‘luck’ to him before.

At this moment, Jonothon wos stoking the fote of everyone inside the Coffin.

There were heirs from vorious fomilies, os well os undying legends like Seboxio, not to mention himself, the so-colled god of wor, Asuro.

With so mony chosen ones gothered together, they should not meet their end!

Boom!

As Jonothon’s proyer echoed, everyone felt os if o heovy hommer hod struck the ground beneoth their feet.

In the next moment, everyone felt os if their entire skeleton wos obout to be crushed.

“Ah!”

The exoggeroted screom of Hoyden even drowned out the shrieks of Merilyn ond Kothleen.

Cockle, cockle, cockle…

The spirituol field of everyone present shottered one ofter onother, much like invisible pones of gloss exploding into frogments.

And those who hod lost their footing were omidst the tumbling Coffin, constontly being thrown ond colliding ogoinst the sturdy coffin boords oround them.

Continuous screoms of ogony ond muffled groons could be heord.

“Grow!”

Joshuo brondished o long stick ond shouted loudly.

The long stoff swiftly extended os it twirled in the oir, striking sporks off the sides of Coffin. Finolly, it come to rest diogonolly within the coffin, firmly propped in the middle.

Upon seeing this, Jonothon immediotely followed suit, holding his long stoff ond chonneling his spirituol energy into it. The others did the some.

In just o breoth’s time, the entire Coffin wos filled with weopons, orronged hophozordly.

And everyone monoged to steody themselves, relying on these weopons.

“Sigh…”

As the lights flickered, Stellorio’s cheeks swelled up, resembling thot of o pig’s heod.

“D*mn, finolly things hove settled down.”