“Mr. Chance, should we leave as well? I estimate that the Celestial Battlefield will close in a few more days.”
Igor planned to return to the Blood Spirit Valley with Jared first.
Jared nodded, ready to follow Igor and leave.
“Wait a moment.” At that moment, Helmut walked over and, after glancing at Jared, he asked, “Did you happen to see my disciple in that battlefield of gods and demons?”
Helmut knew that Dimas was with Pablo, so logically, there shouldn’t have been any problems.
However, since Jared had appeared, Helmut felt uncertain. In theory, Pablo, an Eighth Level Tribulator cultivator, should have found it quite easy to kill Jared.
“What are you trying to do, Helmut?” Igor’s brows furrowed slightly as he coldly stared at Helmut.
“Igor, I’m merely inquiring about the condition of my disciple. Is that not allowed?” Helmut sneered. Just as Igor was about to say something, Jared interjected, “There’s no need to wait any longer.
Your apprentice is already dead.”
“What?” Helmut was taken aback.
He had never imagined that his disciple would die.
After all, Dimas was with Pablo. How could he possibly have died?
“You lied. My apprentice wouldn’t have died.” Helmut simply couldn’t believe it.
“If you don’t believe me, that’s fine. You’ll understand when you ask Pablo later.” Jared let out a cold snort.
Seeing Jared in that state, Helmut was instantly filled with rage.
“Brat, you are too arrogant!” Helmut’s palm erupted with power, striking down toward Jared with a thunderous force.
The power of Eighth Level Tribulator cultivation erupted, with the palm strike almost covering hundreds of meters, leaving Jared with no place to hide.
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