Seeing Jared’s apparent recklessness, the other Demonic Cultivators laughed. This time, there was no way they would let him escape.
If they managed to capture Jared, the Demon Seal Alliance’s hundred-year offering would provide resources enough to drastically boost their power.
However, Skylar kept his gaze on the water, his brow furrowed, showing none of the others’ relaxed confidence.
Noticing this, Abel addressed him, “Mr. Norton,
we can’t let Jared and Judith slip away again. I hope you can help us re-enter the Dead Sea.”
Abel volunteered himself, worried Skylar might finish Jared off.
If Jared were reduced to ash, they’d have nothing to exchange with the president for that hundred-year offering.
Abel planned to take the lead, capturing Jared and Judith before Skylar could interfere.
Skylar nodded, allowing Abel and the others to proceed. He was interested in seeing exactly what Jared was plotting.
These Demonic Cultivators would serve well as scouts, testing whatever tricks Jared might have set up.
With a wave of Skylar’s hand, a surge of flame aura rose around the Demonic Cultivators, surrounding them with a protective aura.
Seeing this, Abel gestured to the others. “Comrades, charge with me! We must capture Jared and Judith!”
Abel led the charge into the Dead Sea, fueled by his personal grudge over his lost arm.
The other cultivators followed, diving into the depths.
Beneath the sea, Jared noted that although the group of Demonic Cultivators entered the water, Skylar remained above, hovering over the surface. He was clearly using them to scout the way.
Too cautious, Jared thought, though he feigned surprise at being “discovered” and quickly darted to the side, pretending to flee.
Seeing Jared flee, the Demonic Cultivators grew even more excited, especially the one- armed Abel, who yelled and brandished his saber as he charged after Jared.
From Jared’s reaction, they assumed he hadn’t anticipated being found.
Skylar continued watching the surface, his eyes gleaming with a red light that pierced the sea, allowing him to see everything below clearly, including Jared’s feigned panic.
Skylar’s mouth curved in a smile-whether in satisfaction or scorn, it was hard to tell.
“Jared, you think I’ll fall for such petty tricks? Do you take me for a child?” Skylar muttered to himself.
The Demonic Cultivators were so focused on chasing Jared that they failed to notice the mountain peaks surrounding them, faintly glowing.
Just as a few of them closed in, a sudden burst of light shot skyward!
Boom!
An overwhelming aura exploded, tearing through the seawater and forming a massive vacuum around them.
Startled, the Demonic Cultivators scrambled to raise shields, each one defending against the blast of energy.
All of them halted, glancing around in surprise.
“F*ck, Jared really did set up a trap down here. Lucky we came prepared,” Abel cursed.
However, after the aura subsided, Jared had vanished, leaving only murky darkness all around.
The Demonic Cultivators felt the fiery energy around them weakening. Realizing they couldn’t linger, they rushed back to the surface.
If the flame aura failed completely, they would be reduced to bones in the Dead Sea.
As they broke the surface, Abel reported to Skylar, “Mr. Norton, Jared did have traps down there, but they didn’t harm us. Still, he managed to slip away.”
