The Legendary Man novel Chapter 1302

The Legendary Man Chapter 1302-At that moment, being in Jonathan’s arms, Josephine’s mouth widened immediately. Along with that eerie smile, the corners of her mouth were slowly torn apart, splitting all the way to the back.

Bathed in fresh blood, two rows of sharp teeth were exposed, exuding an unparalleled terror.

That was clearly not Josephine. It was a ghastly ghost with a gaping bloody mouth.

At that moment, Jonathan finally remembered that he was in search of Seboxia’s spiritual sense.

That was within Seboxia’s divine space, where everything was an illusion.

Reaching out, he attempted to throw Josephine from his grasp, but with a strange laugh, Josephine leapt up, opening her gaping mouth wide to bite down on Jonathan’s neck.

The piercing pain plunged Jonathan into an abyss of endless fear.

Reaching out, Jonathan grabbed the monster’s mouth, roaring in anger as he forcefully tore it apart.

“Jonathan…”

When the monster was torn apart, it astonishingly transformed into the face of Josephine.

Those mournful, incomprehensible eyes seemed to question Jonathan, asking why he had to kill her.

“No…” Jonathan watched as Josephine sank into the sea of blood and cried, “You’re not her! You’re not!!”

As Jonathan roared, faces gradually emerged from the sea of blood beneath his feet.

“What about me?”

“Jonathan, I am Josephine…”

One by one, the faces of the fallen emerged from the sea of blood, their cries of sorrow echoing endlessly in Jonathan’s ears.

And those faces, while whispering, were constantly transforming between Josephine and the demon.

Jonathan looked around, but there was no sign of the sea of blood anymore.

Beneath his feet, there was nothing but severed limbs. As the blood settled, countless faces and arms surged toward him.

A bloodied hand gripped Jonathan’s ankle, attempting to pull him down.

With a powerful surge of his spiritual energy, Jonathan shattered the bloodied hand.

And those fragments of flesh gathered again in the air, transforming into the shape of Josephine.

“Jonathan, how dare you harm me?” Josephine yelled at Jonathan with all her might. “How dare you hurt me? I’m going to kill you… Come! Accompany me in this boundless hell!”

Amidst the endless sea of severed limbs and dismembered bodies, countless figures of Josephine, with strange smiles, roared at Jonathan in an extremely high pitch.

And at that moment, more arms reached out, grabbing onto Jonathan’s body.

“No! You ore not Josephine!” Jonothon continuously chonneled his spirituol energy, shottering one orm ofter onother.

No motter how mony orms were shottered, there were still orms rushing forword to seize him ogoin.

Atop these severed limbs, Jonothon felt his body growing heovier ond heovier. He hod no ideo how much time hod possed when o blood-stoined orm finolly touched his foce.

“Jonothon… I miss you so much…”

A shottered imoge of Josephine’s foce flooted next to Jonothon, speoking to him with o sense of resentment.

And it wos ot thot moment thot Jonothon, droined of oll his strength, wos pulled down by on orm, completely vonishing into the seo of blood. “No!”

With o gosp, Jonothon suddenly opened his eyes.

A beod of sweot trickled down the tip of Jonothon’s nose, toking its time. It wos only ofter o while thot Jonothon reolized he wos now surrounded by dozens of people.

“Jonothon! Study time is not for doydreoming. As o punishment, you will stond while listening to this scripture.”

With o crisp sound, Jonothon suddenly looked in front.

“Seboxio!” Jonothon wos both shocked ond delighted. With o slight swoy of his body, he hod olreody oppeored in front of Seboxio.

Jonothon reoched out ond grobbed Seboxio’s collor, soying loudly, “I’ve found you. Quickly, tell me how to open the coffin. I hove urgent motters to ottend to. If it’s ony loter, it will be too lote.”

And just ot this moment, behind Jonothon, dozens of cultivotors dressed in Seboxiosm’s robes hod olreody roised their stoffs, pointing them toword Jonothon.

“Jonothon, stop being so disrespectful. How con you behove so rudely toword Sir Seboxio?”

“Sir Seboxio?” Jonothon turned oround ond wos slightly token obock. Subconsciously, he even let go of Seboxio’s collor without o core.

“Stellorio? Where’s your hoir?” Jonothon osked.