As Jared was briefly absorbed in his conversation with the Vermillion Demon Lord, a sudden chill crept up his spine.
Turning, he found Abel directly behind him, his long knife poised to strike, moving as stealthily as a shadow.
“Go to hell!” Abel snarled, his face twisted in fury.
The fact that Jared had crippled one of Abel’s arms earlier fueled his desire for revenge.
The wild aura radiating from Abel’s blade was aimed to cleave Jared in two.
Although Skylar had claimed Jared as his own target, Abel couldn’t suppress his resentment. He had noticed Jared’s momentary distraction and seized the chance to attack from behind.
Jared, sensing the ambush, reacted with an icy smirk, neither turning nor dodging.
As Abel’s long sword collided with Jared, a burst of golden light flared up, his invincible Golem Body blocking the blow. Yet, due to an earlier crack, the force of the strike caused the Golem Body to shatter.
Abel’s eyes lit up as he thought Jared was finally vulnerable. He followed through with his swing, striking Jared’s shoulder directly, only to find his blade halted, leaving no mark on him.
The triumphant grin froze on Abel’s face as he gaped at Jared, whose body was unscathed.
The realization that Jared’s physical resilience alone could withstand his attack left Abel stunned.
“You’re really a worthless fool,” Jared sneered, turning to face him. “Without my armor, you still can’t touch me.”
Seeing this, Skylar shouted, “Back off! Jared’s body is tempered. There’s no way you can harm him!”
Abel turned deathly pale, dropping the long
sword from his grip and stumbling backward in retreat.
Seeing this, Jared raised the Immortal’s Pointer, unleashing a beam of golden light. To his astonishment, Abel found his escape slowing as if time itself had begun to decelerate around him.
Before he could comprehend what was happening, Jared’s Immortal’s Pointer pierced through his other arm, eliciting a scream of agony from him.
“Mr. Norton, save me!” Abel cried out desperately, pleading for Skylar to intervene.
The sheer power Jared displayed was beyond anything he had ever encountered.
Even if Jared stood still, Abel knew he wouldn’t dare to attack again. Are you kidding me? I’ve never seen anyone this formidable before!
“Is that… a celestial technique? You’re familiar with celestial techniques? And you’ve even mastered the time nascence? Have you really grasped the time nascence?” Skylar repeated, his face frozen in shock as he watched Jared unveil the Immortal’s Pointer.
He had thought he understood Jared’s capabilities, but this revelation of Jared’s command over a technique akin to celestial arts completely caught him off guard.
Skylar made no attempt to save Abel. Instead, he shouted, “If you want to save yourself, run to the center of the formation and destroy it!”
He wanted Abel to dismantle the formation; once it was destroyed, the remaining Demonic Cultivators would be out of danger.
Faced with this dire instruction, Abel had no choice but to sprint desperately toward the seabed. Fortunately, the water had receded, leaving no risk of erosion from the sea.
“Skylar, do you really think he has what it takes to break my formation? I’m afraid you’re overestimating him!” Jared sneered, vanishing in an instant only to reappear behind Abel.
He activated the Blazing Stride, a celestial technique that allowed him to cover hundreds of miles in a single leap. However, Jared had not yet fully mastered spatial manipulation, so he could only manage a few miles at a time.
