Life After Prison

Clarkin maintained a calm expression on his face despite taking a powerful punch. By contrast, the elders around him nearly fell over due to the airwave. Clarkin trembled as he raised his hand and summoning a nine-foot-long purple-gold spear.

Ablaze with white flames and flickers of thunder, its aura was strong enough to make it difficult for a person to breathe. The space around it warped and disintegrated due to the intense fluctuations-a clear sign that it was a superior-quality spiritual treasure.

Clarkin displayed commanding poise as he held the weapon. His hair billowed in the air as he locked his gaze on Oskar and declared in a cold voice, “Show me what you’ve got!”

In an instant, Clarkin darted forward and swung his spear with ruthless force.

Unfazed by the attack, Oskar unleashed his level six royal paragon aura. He extended his hand and condensed a dark glow in his palm.

He then smacked Clarkin and sent him hurtling away. The resulting shockwave created massive cracks in the ground.

Oskar sneered after sending Clarkin flying. “That’s what you get for trying to act proud in front me.” Without a second to spare, Oskar dashed toward Clarkin, who managed to react in just in time to thrust his spear forward. The weapon’s cold glint pierced through the surrounding space.

While the two of them were clashing, Favian leveraged on the chaos to attack Severin. He glared nefariously at Severin and yelled, “Your life ends here, Severin!”

Favian brandished a golden dagger and unleashed his terrifying aura as he charged forward with murderous intent. The Gahrrs’ other elders decided to join the attack and summoned their spiritual treasures too.

“Disciples! Come with me and defend our formation!” the Ninth Mountain’s Lyka retrieved a compass and activated it in mid-air.

Ripples emerged, transforming into pillars of light that tore through the void and obstructed Favian’s advances.

The nearby peak masters made the proactive decision to conjure their spiritual treasures and unleash their level nine paragon aura.

Each one of them rose into the sky like rockets and rained attacked on the Gahrrs.

A cacophony of explosive blasts echoed through the sky, leading to a rather dramatic change in the surroundings. With nine level nine paragons leaping to the defense of the Grandiuno Sect, the Gahrrs’ elders quickly found themselves at a disadvantage.

Their troops consisted of only three level nine paragons, while the others were level eight and level seven paragons. Such strength levels might be a cause of fear for most unaffiliated practitioners, they were no match for the prowess of the Grandiuno Sect’s strongest. The nine peak masters suppressed them effortless.

As the battle reached a stalemate, Favian’s strength level began to falter, causing anxiety to creep into the remaining elders.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

A one-against-three struggle against Myles, Daniella, and Rowan was simply too much to handle. Favian then urgently channeled a message to the other paragons, instructing, “Kill Severin!”

The lower-level elders who had yet to participate in the battle were shocked by his instruction. Before long, slightly less than twenty elders redirected their course toward Severin with the sole goal of eliminating him.

With Myles and the rest unable to concentrate on anything other than the situation at hand, they attempted to block the twenty or so people by raising their hands to create several beams of spiritual light.

Alas, two level three paragons managed to avoid interception and headed straight for Severin.

In response, Severin activated Wildfire’s Sky-Soil Zenith and channeled the power of heaven and earth to counter the attackers.

A thunderous blast was hard as the Wildfire Sky-Soil Zenith, resembling a towering sacred mountain, unleashed a devastating shockwave that wreaked havoc across the area for miles and miles.