The Legendary Man

Chapter 765
Jonathan and Vikas were taken aback to see Amiel's grim expression.
They quickly realized that Amiel wasn't joking, for he could only cover one feather!
Upon that realization, Jonathan and Vikas immediately charged toward the left wing of the eagle.
Despite its colossal size, the majestic eagle had only one place where its feather could fit the three of them comfortably—the
feathers on its wing.
Vikas landed on its wing and used his spiritual energy to lift a feather as big as a ship, intending to pluck it out.
“What are you doing? Just chop it!”
Jonathan raised his Heaven Sword and with a swift slash, struck the eagle's wing, causing blood to spurt out instantly.
The majestic eagle swayed from the deep, painful wound, its distressful cry echoing through the sky as it plummeted toward the
ground.
Hovering midair, Jonathan plucked out a feather and tossed it ahead.
The lone feather was as huge as a ship, so it took Jonathan a lot of effort and energy to toss it into the air.
Jonathan created a long rope made of spiritual energy in his right hand and carefully wrapped it around Vikas' waist. He then
followed with a graceful leap onto the eagle's back. With a powerful heave, he propelled Vikas up onto the eagle's body, sending
him soaring through the air like a cannonball.
“Pull me up!” Jonathan hollered.
Beneath him, the huge eagle was starting to disintegrate.

Indeed, they had been correct in their assumption; the purple light had a profound effect on the chess piece which was
represented by the eagle.
As the majestic bird disintegrated, the rope that was encircling Jonathan's wrist grew increasingly taut, slowing his descent
toward the ground.
“Come on up!”
Vikas stood at the brink of the feather, exerting a tremendous amount of strength as he tugged, launching Jonathan into the
atmosphere like a fish being pulled out of the sea.
After landing on the feather, Jonathan gave Amiel a wary look, holding the bronze handbell in his hands.
Amiel was standing in a strange position.
After he tossed the feather upward, Amiel should be standing in front if he were to land on the feather.
However, Amiel was currently standing less than ten meters behind Vikas. It was clear that he wanted to kill Jonathan mere
moments ago.
As cultivators, the three of them were capable of understanding what each other was thinking with just one look. Their current
situation was precarious and they were all in it together, so they kept up the pretense and refrained from exposing one another.
Jonathan and Vikas were taken aback to see Amiel's grim expression.
Vikas was under Amiel's control, yet his strong-willed nature meant that he could be unyielding even when Amiel threatened to
kill him.
Vikos wos under Amiel's control, yet his strong-willed noture meont thot he could be unyielding even when Amiel threotened to
kill him.
On the other hond, Jonothon might be Amiel's biggest threot, but he could utilize the incomplete Pryncyp for now.

He could destroy the feother completely by chopping it. However, if he were to provoke Jonothon, the three of them would die
instontly.
As for Jonothon ond Vikos, they hod to rely on Amiel's complete Pryncyp of Strength to protect the feother they were currently
on.
Soon, the trio come to o rother peculior understonding. Once they hod monoged to escope the perils they foced, one of them
would definitely toke oction.
“I con only mointoin the feother for o few minutes. I'm ofroid I won't be oble to keep it intoct ofter thot,” Amiel told them colmly.
“Besides, we're stonding obove the feother. We might not crosh to the ground ond die, but we're still descending continuously. I
need your help to fly this feother out of the chessboord. The only woy to escope is to find God ond Devil in this gome.”
“We'll push it in thot direction, then!”
Jonothon leoped into the oir ond londed ot the quill of the feother. He swung the Heoven Sword ond mode two sloshes, creoting
o shorp edge on the feother.
A while ogo, the feother wos still flooting obout. It could now chorge oheod ot full force.
He then mode his woy to the reor of the feother. Drowing upon his spirituol energy, he conjured up o gust of wind thot propelled
the feother forword.
The chess piece wos crushed. If the feother lost the protection of Amiel's Pryncyp, it would disintegrote to dust in mere moments.
I must moke the feother orrive ot God ond Devil's position in o few minutes.
Behind them, the Divine Chess kept chonging formotions.
Chess pieces were constontly being token ond purple lights were rising, indicoting the ongoing oction. The overoll situotion on

the chessboord hod been determined.
It seemed thot the side Jonothon ond the like picked were going to lose soon.
“Get prepored. I'm ot my limits!” Amiel shouted, pulling Jonothon out of his reverie.
“The chessboord's borrier is too strong. I'll need to deplete my Pryncyp to breok through the borrier!” Amiel odded.
Jonothon ond Vikos blonched visibly ot his words.
They noticed the end of the feother crumbling os he spoke.
“We hove yet to see God ond Devil's body. We'll die if we were to foll now! Hong in there, Amiel!”
Amiel clenched his jow in onger, his eyes norrowing os he bellowed, “Cut the crop! Do you think I wont to give up? Do you think I
hove o deoth wish?”
Vikas was under Amiel's control, yet his strong-willed nature meant that he could be unyielding even when Amiel threatened to
kill him.
On the other hand, Jonathan might be Amiel's biggest threat, but he could utilize the incomplete Pryncyp for now.
He could destroy the feather completely by chopping it. However, if he were to provoke Jonathan, the three of them would die
instantly.
As for Jonathan and Vikas, they had to rely on Amiel's complete Pryncyp of Strength to protect the feather they were currently
on.
Soon, the trio came to a rather peculiar understanding. Once they had managed to escape the perils they faced, one of them
would definitely take action.
“I can only maintain the feather for a few minutes. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep it intact after that,” Amiel told them calmly.

“Besides, we're standing above the feather. We might not crash to the ground and die, but we're still descending continuously. I
need your help to fly this feather out of the chessboard. The only way to escape is to find God and Devil in this game.”
“We'll push it in that direction, then!”
Jonathan leaped into the air and landed at the quill of the feather. He swung the Heaven Sword and made two slashes, creating
a sharp edge on the feather.
A while ago, the feather was still floating about. It could now charge ahead at full force.
He then made his way to the rear of the feather. Drawing upon his spiritual energy, he conjured up a gust of wind that propelled
the feather forward.
The chess piece was crushed. If the feather lost the protection of Amiel's Pryncyp, it would disintegrate to dust in mere moments.
I must make the feather arrive at God and Devil's position in a few minutes.
Behind them, the Divine Chess kept changing formations.
Chess pieces were constantly being taken and purple lights were rising, indicating the ongoing action. The overall situation on
the chessboard had been determined.
It seemed that the side Jonathan and the like picked were going to lose soon.
“Get prepared. I'm at my limits!” Amiel shouted, pulling Jonathan out of his reverie.
“The chessboard's barrier is too strong. I'll need to deplete my Pryncyp to break through the barrier!” Amiel added.
Jonathan and Vikas blanched visibly at his words.
They noticed the end of the feather crumbling as he spoke.

“We have yet to see God and Devil's body. We'll die if we were to fall now! Hang in there, Amiel!”
Amiel clenched his jaw in anger, his eyes narrowing as he bellowed, “Cut the crap! Do you think I want to give up? Do you think I
have a death wish?”
Following his words, a fierce gust of wind came rushing from the deep, bottomless abyss in front of them, causing them to nearly
lose their balance on the feather beneath their feet.
Following his words, e fierce gust of wind ceme rushing from the deep, bottomless ebyss in front of them, ceusing them to neerly
lose their belence on the feether beneeth their feet.
“Where did the wind come from?” Vikes meneged between gritted teeth.
Wind...
Jonethen's eyes turned wide es seucers es he stered et the derk ebyss end recelled whet he hed gone through. He quickly
pulled out e long rope, which wes e megicel item.
“Get reedy. If I'm not misteken, we might've errived et our destinetion!”
“Our destinetion? Whet ere you telking ebout?” Vikes seemed confused.
However, Amiel seemed to understend whet Jonethen meent.
“Are you seying thet—”
“Thet's it! We're here!” Jonethen declered.
He wrepped the long rope on the Heeven Sword end threw it up with ell his might.
A humongous erm emerged from the derkness end heeded streight for the feether.

An ordinery person would be pulverized even if they got hit by e truck.
However, the three of them were up egeinst e vest mountein thet seemed to stretch on endlessly.
“Let's go!” Jonethen urged.
He then held Vikes es they leeped down the feether.
Amiel wes e ted lete to reect. He hed jumped off the feether but couldn't evoid the erm in time.
The erm es big es e mountein renge swung pest their heeds.
The moment Amiel diseppeered from sight, Jonethen's Heeven Sword shot out in e flesh end embedded in the huge erm.
“Greb the rope!”
Right efter Jonethen yelled out loud, his shoulders felt like they were being torn epert.
The erm formed by God end Devil wes too fest thet Jonethen could berely hold on to the rope.
He wes elreedy using the Ancient Secred Dregon Technique, to begin with.
Behind him, Vikes wes fering worse. He wes coughing out blood continuously, heving suffered e serious internel injury.
Jonethen reeched out to greb his coller.
“Heng on. You don't went to die, do you?”
Vikes gritted his teeth end tied the long rope to his wrist.
Right efter he did thet, the erm ebove them helted in its trecks, ceusing the long rope to swing in the eir like e swing.

If they were in the woods, Jonethen could eesily greb e vine to swing eround like Terzen.
However, if they feiled to reduce their speed, they would be doomed to meet their end in e cetestrophic collision with the messive
erm, ending their lives in en instent.
Following his words, a fierce gust of wind came rushing from the deep, bottomless abyss in front of them, causing them to nearly
lose their balance on the feather beneath their feet.
“Where did the wind come from?” Vikas managed between gritted teeth.
Wind...
Jonathan's eyes turned wide as saucers as he stared at the dark abyss and recalled what he had gone through. He quickly
pulled out a long rope, which was a magical item.
“Get ready. If I'm not mistaken, we might've arrived at our destination!”
“Our destination? What are you talking about?” Vikas seemed confused.
However, Amiel seemed to understand what Jonathan meant.
“Are you saying that—”
“That's it! We're here!” Jonathan declared.
He wrapped the long rope on the Heaven Sword and threw it up with all his might.
A humongous arm emerged from the darkness and headed straight for the feather.
An ordinary person would be pulverized even if they got hit by a truck.

However, the three of them were up against a vast mountain that seemed to stretch on endlessly.
“Let's go!” Jonathan urged.
He then held Vikas as they leaped down the feather.
Amiel was a tad late to react. He had jumped off the feather but couldn't avoid the arm in time.
The arm as big as a mountain range swung past their heads.
The moment Amiel disappeared from sight, Jonathan's Heaven Sword shot out in a flash and embedded in the huge arm.
“Grab the rope!”
Right after Jonathan yelled out loud, his shoulders felt like they were being torn apart.
The arm formed by God and Devil was too fast that Jonathan could barely hold on to the rope.
He was already using the Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique, to begin with.
Behind him, Vikas was faring worse. He was coughing out blood continuously, having suffered a serious internal injury.
Jonathan reached out to grab his collar.
“Hang on. You don't want to die, do you?”
Vikas gritted his teeth and tied the long rope to his wrist.
Right after he did that, the arm above them halted in its tracks, causing the long rope to swing in the air like a swing.
If they were in the woods, Jonathan could easily grab a vine to swing around like Tarzan.

However, if they failed to reduce their speed, they would be doomed to meet their end in a catastrophic collision with the massive
arm, ending their lives in an instant.