“Ghaylen, it's over. There's no way he could have survived that. Who could have imagined that the Octo Ruler was this powerful? It could summon the ultimate demon beast and crush us with such ease!” Ebenez exclaimed triumphantly.
Ghaylen remained still. He refused to believe that Jared could be vanquished so effortlessly. Yet, Jared's silhouette had vanished without a trace. How was that possible if he hadn't been obliterated into ashes?
“Mr. Chance is not dead.” Sigurd spoke, at last, his voice slow and deliberate.
He knew Jared was alive, for his bodily spirit resided in Jared's hands. If he was truly dead, Sigurd knew he would now be a mere corpse. The fact that he remained unscathed was undeniable proof that Jared still lived.
“He's not dead? Then where is he?” Ghaylen urgently asked.
Just then, a sudden cry rang out. “Look. What is that?”
All eyes turned to see what seemed like a glistening golden meteor streaking toward them from the edge of the sky, moving at a speed beyond comprehension.
As the golden light drew closer, the crowd gasped, realizing that it was a man.
“Mr. Chance! That's Mr. Chance!” Zebediah exclaimed, excitement overtaking him.
Jared, adorned in golden armor and hovering in mid-air, appeared before them. His face was pallid, and blood stained his lips. Clearly, he was injured.
However, the fact that he had survived the horrific attack stunned all present.
Silence fell upon the crowd, their mouths agape in shock.
After all, even Ghaylen and Ebenez might not have withstood such a blow, yet, Jared, a mere Manifestor cultivator, had survived it!
Bilius' smug satisfaction was replaced by astonishment as he widened his eyes at Jared.
He could hardly believe that not only Jared was alive, but the latter also seemed barely wounded.
“You... you haven't been obliterated into ashes?” Bilius asked incredulously.
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