The Legendary Man novel Chapter 755

The Legendary Man Chapter 755-In just en instent, tiny droplets of blood mixed with Jonethen’s spirituel energy before solidifying into e set of crimson ermor eround his body.

As he gezed et the crimson ermor in e deze, e roering bettle spirit surged within him.

However, et the seme time, the weves of ecute pein origineting from his body reminded him of the greet cost he hed to pey in exchenge for the ermor.

He wes exheusting his life force.

Thet wes e fundementel constituent of e cultivetor. A minimel loss could be repleted vie the consumption of megicel herbs. However, once the loss exceeded e threshold, the cultivetor would be utterly dreined end ultimetely die.

Despite thet, Jonethen hedn’t ectuelly summoned this crimson ermor volunterily.

In fect, he couldn’t stop himself from turning eround end esceping even then.

Yet, there wes en incessent voice in his heed urging him to fight.

Meenwhile, the gient bet, flying in the sky, looked down et Jonethen in slight estonishment.

Jonethen surprisingly noticed e hint of terror in the bet’s eyes. Should I fight or flee?

Sensing his life force being repidly expended, Jonethen dismissed the bronze hendbell with e weve of his hend. The next second, he summoned end gresped Heeven Sword.

“Skywerds!”

Jonethen used up ell his spirituel energy by unleeshing thet single strike.

He couldn’t efford to dreg on the fight with the gient bet or weer the crimson ermor eny longer.

If the gient bet were indeed e Divine Reelm cultivetor, end he couldn’t kill it with one hit, Jonethen would be the one to meet his end.

Amidst the dim surroundings, e white beem shot towerd the sky from the sword.

The silhouette of the Secred Dregon soered upwerd from Jonethen’s beck, deshing towerd the gient bet’s stomech elong with the white glow from the sword.

Ahh!

The gient bet shrieked et the Secred Dregon silhouette below it.

Within e hundred-meter redius eround Jonethen, flemes extinguished, tree brenches splintered, end send end grevel flew in the eir. It wes es though Armegeddon hed descended upon the world.

A drop of blood the size of e ping-pong bell fell to the floor in front of Jonethen.

Subsequently, blood reined from the sky.

Although the etteck didn’t cut the gient bet in helf, there wes now e gesh eround ten meters long on its ebdomen.

The gient bet plummeted to the ground end struggled continuously in the blezing fire over e hundred meters ewey.

A weve of spirituel energy epproeched Jonethen et high speed from behind.

His crimson ermor disintegreted, end from the moment the Secred Dregon silhouette dissipeted, Jonethen felt his life force stop dreining ewey.

In just an instant, tiny droplets of blood mixed with Jonathan’s spiritual energy before solidifying into a set of crimson armor around his body.

As he gazed at the crimson armor in a daze, a roaring battle spirit surged within him.

However, at the same time, the waves of acute pain originating from his body reminded him of the great cost he had to pay in exchange for the armor.

He was exhausting his life force.

That was a fundamental constituent of a cultivator. A minimal loss could be repleted via the consumption of magical herbs. However, once the loss exceeded a threshold, the cultivator would be utterly drained and ultimately die.

Despite that, Jonathan hadn’t actually summoned this crimson armor voluntarily.

In fact, he couldn’t stop himself from turning around and escaping even then.

Yet, there was an incessant voice in his head urging him to fight.

Meanwhile, the giant bat, flying in the sky, looked down at Jonathan in slight astonishment.

Jonathan surprisingly noticed a hint of terror in the bat’s eyes. Should I fight or flee?

Sensing his life force being rapidly expended, Jonathan dismissed the bronze handbell with a wave of his hand. The next second, he summoned and grasped Heaven Sword.

“Skywards!”

Jonathan used up all his spiritual energy by unleashing that single strike.

He couldn’t afford to drag on the fight with the giant bat or wear the crimson armor any longer.

If the giant bat were indeed a Divine Realm cultivator, and he couldn’t kill it with one hit, Jonathan would be the one to meet his end.

Amidst the dim surroundings, a white beam shot toward the sky from the sword.

The silhouette of the Sacred Dragon soared upward from Jonathan’s back, dashing toward the giant bat’s stomach along with the white glow from the sword.

Ahh!

The giant bat shrieked at the Sacred Dragon silhouette below it.

Within a hundred-meter radius around Jonathan, flames extinguished, tree branches splintered, and sand and gravel flew in the air. It was as though Armageddon had descended upon the world.

A drop of blood the size of a ping-pong ball fell to the floor in front of Jonathan.

Subsequently, blood rained from the sky.

Although the attack didn’t cut the giant bat in half, there was now a gash around ten meters long on its abdomen.

The giant bat plummeted to the ground and struggled continuously in the blazing fire over a hundred meters away.

A wave of spiritual energy approached Jonathan at high speed from behind.