Chapter 600 Survival
Sofus turned and ran after Vladimir spoke. If it were anybody else, Sofus might not have believed them. Since it came from his mentor’s lips, he knew the latter would carry out his promise.
However, Vladimir was not letting Sofus go easily. The former gazed warily at the hill in the distance where Joselle was before disappearing in a flash.
Meanwhile, Joselle kicked the spear beneath her feet and sent it tearing through the air toward Sofus’ back. Vladimir reappeared with a whoosh in midair. The horsetail whisk he yielded morphed into a giant hand formed entirely of white strands as it grabbed the spear.
Jonathan felt confused as he watched Vladimir. Is he rescuing Sofus? What’s going on between the both of them?
He then cast a spell and gave chase to Sofus while Joselle and Vladimir fought.
“Hand over the pill, Sofus!”
Thanks to his God Realm cultivation level, Jonathan intercepted Sofus in seconds.
“Stop dreaming, Jonathan!” Sofus shouted through gritted teeth. “You wouldn’t be able to escape if you don’t run now!”
The black magical item in Jonathan’s hand was covered in leaping flames. Despite the continuous approach of Vladimir behind Sofus, he did not care in the slightest.
“I’m here for the pill. Once I get it, I won’t interfere with the d*mned affair of Phoebus Sect.”
“F*ck your pill!” Sofus roared.
“The pill is only a common Condensing Pill mixed with the original sap of the Flaming Tree. Go back and chop down the Flaming Tree. Aside from treating serious injuries, regenerating lost limbs is also not beyond the realm of possibility.”
Sofus’ words took Jonathan by surprise.
That’s right. I’ve been so occupied with the pill that it didn’t occur to me how Sofus’ grievous injury was cured by taking a few sips of the sap from the Flaming Tree. Why should I go to such lengths when something much more convenient is within reach?
During the intervening space of Jonathan being surprised, Sofus had already escaped in another direction.
“The sap of a Flaming Tree is only effective for cultivators, Jonathan. And only adept cultivators at that.”
Vladimir’s roar of anger sounded from behind Jonathan.
“Unless the person you wish to rescue is of Grandmaster Realm, the victim who drinks the original sap from the Flaming Tree will implode and die instantly.
“Besides, do you know how to store the sap, so its potency is retained? Do you know how to get out of Summerbank Abyss? Capture Sofus, and I’ll give you the pill and take you out of here.”
Jonathan understood from the urgency in Vladimir’s voice that the old man did not have much time left.
The feeling of being blackmailed is not a pleasant one.
Jonathan frowned as he watched the incessant battle between Joselle and Vladimir in the distance.
Though it was only a flash, he had clearly felt Joselle’s spiritual sense locking in on him.
If Vladimir fell in defeat, I would be the next one to die by Joselle’s hand.
However, Jonathan also knew that they would not be able to defeat Joselle even if he joined forces with Vladimir.
“What are you still standing around for, Jonathan?”
Vladimir’s bellow assaulted his eardrums once more.
“The woman is the monster suppressed by the Summerbank formation. The efforts of four Grandmaster Realm cultivators are required every three years to seal her.
“The process of sealing this time is only conducted halfway through. Now, the strength of the formation could not yet threaten her. Capture Sofus and use him as the foundation of the formation. Otherwise, we will all die!”
This time, Jonathan hesitated no longer and dashed off in Sofus’ wake.
Vladimir’s words unraveled Jonathan’s many questions over the past two days.
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