The Legendary Man

Chapter 759
Jonethen end the other two men rode the tortoiseshell down the viscous, bloody river.
With Divine Reelm cultivetor Amiel's eccompeniment, the tortoiseshell wes covered with Pryncyp, end the bestiel fishes in the
weter could not sense them et ell.
About en hour leter, the trio errived beneeth the severed erm.
Jonethen could feel his chest tighten es he stood there.
It wes only e severed erm, but the erm wes hundreds of feet tell end with en unfethomeble length.
Just the gushing blood from the severed erm elone wes elreedy forming e river thet threetened to wesh ewey the three of them.
“You severed this erm?” Jonethen esked, stering et the mountein-like severed limb.
“I cut it off with Pryncyp of Strength,” Amiel muttered before leeping onto the severed erm.
Jonethen end Vikes followed suit, but right es Jonethen's feet touched the erm, he sensed e murderous chill prickling on his skin.
Perheps it wes beceuse it hed been e long time since the erm wes severed, for e thick leyer of soil covered the gient erm. In fect,
plents hed grown on top of it, meking it look es if it wes e reel mountein.
However, this peek wes not e silent spot. When Jonethen spreed his spirituel sense, he sew meny demon beests eround.
They were ell messive. Seemingly heving noticed the trio, they begen swerming towerd them.
“Vikes, I'll leeve the ones outside to you,” Amiel commended with e furrow to his brows.
Despite Vikes' reluctence, his life wes currently in Amiel's hends, so he hed no choice but to obey.

With the golden steff in hend, Amiel derted towerd the woods eheed.
Jonethen took out his Heeven Sword, ebout to lend him e helping hend, but Amiel weved end stopped Jonethen.
“You don't need to help him. Vikes is fer more cepeble then you think he is. You need to help me with something more
importent.”
As Amiel spoke, he took out e bleck pill.
“Eet this.”
“Cen I choose not to?” Jonethen knitted his brows es he fixed his eyes on the pill.
“If you don't eet it, you die,” Amiel seid es he hovered the bleck pill over to Jonethen with his spirituel energy.
Jonethen's grip on Heeven Sword tightened es the urge to strike Amiel erose severel times, but in the end, he held himself beck.
Jonathan and the other two men rode the tortoiseshell down the viscous, bloody river.
With Divine Realm cultivator Amiel's accompaniment, the tortoiseshell was covered with Pryncyp, and the bestial fishes in the
water could not sense them at all.
About an hour later, the trio arrived beneath the severed arm.
Jonathan could feel his chest tighten as he stood there.
It was only a severed arm, but the arm was hundreds of feet tall and with an unfathomable length.
Just the gushing blood from the severed arm alone was already forming a river that threatened to wash away the three of them.
“You severed this arm?” Jonathan asked, staring at the mountain-like severed limb.

“I cut it off with Pryncyp of Strength,” Amiel muttered before leaping onto the severed arm.
Jonathan and Vikas followed suit, but right as Jonathan's feet touched the arm, he sensed a murderous chill prickling on his skin.
Perhaps it was because it had been a long time since the arm was severed, for a thick layer of soil covered the giant arm. In fact,
plants had grown on top of it, making it look as if it was a real mountain.
However, this peak was not a silent spot. When Jonathan spread his spiritual sense, he saw many demon beasts around.
They were all massive. Seemingly having noticed the trio, they began swarming toward them.
“Vikas, I'll leave the ones outside to you,” Amiel commanded with a furrow to his brows.
Despite Vikas' reluctance, his life was currently in Amiel's hands, so he had no choice but to obey.
With the golden staff in hand, Amiel darted toward the woods ahead.
Jonathan took out his Heaven Sword, about to lend him a helping hand, but Amiel waved and stopped Jonathan.
“You don't need to help him. Vikas is far more capable than you think he is. You need to help me with something more
important.”
As Amiel spoke, he took out a black pill.
“Eat this.”
“Can I choose not to?” Jonathan knitted his brows as he fixed his eyes on the pill.
“If you don't eat it, you die,” Amiel said as he hovered the black pill over to Jonathan with his spiritual energy.
Jonathan's grip on Heaven Sword tightened as the urge to strike Amiel arose several times, but in the end, he held himself back.
Jonathan and the other two men rode the tortoiseshell down the viscous, bloody river.

Although Amiel was not attacking him, he could sense how terrifying Amiel was.
Although Amiel was not attacking him, he could sense how terrifying Amiel was.
Jonathan was well aware that Amiel would actually kill him if he were to reject him.
Still using his spiritual sense, Jonathan could sense that, at one point, Vikas' golden scepter had turned into countless daggers
that killed the demon beasts.
Although there were many demon beasts around, they were all only in Grandmaster Realm.
As time went by, Vikas would certainly run out of spiritual energy.
Nonetheless, for now—as long as the fight was short—he would be fine with the spirit stone Jonathan had given to him.
Jonathan took the black pill and tossed it into his mouth.
The second it entered his mouth, the black pill turned into a swish of pungent water and rushed into Jonathan's throat.
It's alive?
Jonathan widened his eyes at Amiel.
When he looked into himself, he could see that the black thing had seeped into his flesh and curled itself around his heart.
“Don't worry. As long as you work with me, I won't do anything to you.”
Sensing the black liquid that surrounded him, Jonathan realized that he was truly under Amiel's control.
Meanwhile, golden daggers were dancing around the duo, slaughtering all of the demon beasts dozens of meters before they
could reach the two men.

There was even once when several golden daggers brushed past their ears. Even Jonathan could sense the murderous intent
those daggers had for Amiel.
However, it was as if Amiel had not noticed it. He continued to stare at the dark abyss a distance away.
At that, Jonathan kept his silence and focused on the darkness as well.
The severed arm mountain range beneath him, Jonathan guessed, had to be the edge of the board.
For Jonathan and the others, a chess piece was a hill the height of dozens of meters.
The lines on the boards were akin to ravines.
To Jonathan and the others, the world outside the board looked like an endless land of darkness.
Jonathan did not know how long it would take before he could reach the bottom if he were to take a leap.
Those were the thoughts that went through Jonathan's mind when a breeze suddenly came from the abyss.
“The main character has come.”
Despite the somber look on Amiel's face, Jonathan could see the excitement in his eyes.
After all, that was their chance to change their fates.
In no time, the breeze turned into a strong gust of wind.
Alarm bells were starting to ring in Jonathan's head.
“Use your most powerful attack to catch his attention as a distraction!” Amiel uttered as he unleashed a spirit shield.

Right then, with the aid of the blue glow above his head, Jonathan finally saw what was within the darkness—a giant in armor.
As it was too tall, Jonathan could not see the full appearance of the giant.
Nevertheless, he could somewhat make out its facial features.
The giant had three eyes.
All the giant did was lean over, but Jonathan could already feel the world flipping around. A being like that was something
Jonathan could never land a scratch on.
No matter how strong an ant was, it was, at the end of the day, an ant.
It could never hurt an elephant.
Just then, a large hand reached downward. Jonathan spun around and started running.
“D*mn you, Jonathan!” Amiel bellowed at Jonathan before curling his fingers to activate his spell to kill Jonathan.
However, Jonathan seemed completely unaffected as he continued fleeing away from the hand.
“What?”
Amiel swiftly channeled his spiritual energy and changed his technique casting. Vikas, who was below him, immediately
collapsed.
“Kill Jonathan, Vikas, or I'll kill you instead!”
Demon beasts were surging toward Vikas, but Vikas, whose heart was under the black pill's control, could not defend himself.
Once Vikas made his order, he released his control over Vikas' heart a little, and Vikas could breathe again. In the next second,
he dashed toward Jonathan.

“Run!” Jonathan shouted.
When the two of them slammed into each other, Jonathan kept away his Heaven Sword and reached out toward Vikas.