The Legendary Man

Chapter 917 Follow
“Will restoring your spiritual energy work?” Jonathan pressed his Heaven Sword against Charleigh's neck.
Staring at the cold blade, Charleigh hesitated before shaking his head slightly. As much as I want him to give me a chance to
restore my energy field, I doubt it'll be helpful. In fact, even if I'm at my peak condition, there's no way I can escape him when he
possesses that bizarre sword technique. Also, my instinct is telling me Jonathan isn't a kind man despite his righteous facade,
considering he can enter and leave Remdik whenever he pleases. The consequences of lying to someone like him will no doubt
be agonizing.
Upon receiving Charleigh's reply, Jonathan took a deep breath and tossed him to Ksana. “Watch him closely!”
Then, he dashed toward the ice.
Both of them were God Realm cultivators. Therefore, if they fled at full speed, it would be impossible for the modified warriors,
who were only in the middle phase of Grandmaster Realm, to catch up to them.
However, Jonathan wasn't planning to escape without a fight because those modified soldiers would be sent to Chanaea by
Remdik as killing machines in the future.
If he didn't have to chase after Charleigh, he absolutely would've eliminated all the modified soldiers.
As the Pryncyp of Strength enveloped his body, he popped a few Spirit Rejuvenating Pills into his mouth. The sword's immensely
powerful, but the cost of unleashing it is equally great as it rapidly drains my spiritual energy and Pryncyp of Strength. Based on
its consumption rate previously, I'm confident the Pryncyp of Slaughter will be exhausted in minutes. Besides that, I don't have
much life force left inside my body.
After he captured Charleigh, he had wanted to summon the coffin to ask it for more life force, as well as seek its help to establish
a master and servant contract with Charleigh, much like the one he had with Ksana. That way, he could restore Charleigh's
cultivation level, and their journey back to Chanaea would be much smoother.
However, for some reason, the coffin didn't respond to him this time, so he had to give up on the idea for now. With all that
considered, he couldn't afford to receive any more deadly injuries.
In no time at all, the Wolver Army and Jonathan met each other on the ice.

“Kill!” In a blink of an eye, Heaven Sword vanished from Jonathan's side.
Suddenly, hundreds of meters away from him, a werewolf attempting to leap toward Jonathan from the side had its head
chopped off.
The headless body continued to sprint forward dozens of meters due to the powerful inertia before falling to the ground.
Meanwhile, Jonathan swung his black spear toward his enemies.
Bang! Bang!
Two werewolves spewed blood as they were sent flying away by his attack, which also crushed their internal organs.
Clearly, they didn't have much longer to live.
Out of nowhere, a werewolf grabbed Jonathan's head from behind.
A glint flashed through the air before the werewolf's sharp claws were sliced apart and turned into a cloud of bloody mist blown
away by the wind.
As Jonathan's Pryncyp of Slaughter continued to decrease, he darted forward, turning into an afterimage as he passed through
the Wolver Army.
He wielded the black spear as a staff because he had no clue how to properly use the weapon.
However, his lack of skill didn't matter because his strength was so overwhelming that no werewolf could survive a hit from him.
Unfortunately for him, despite the incredible speed at which he was slaughtering his opponents, he only took out dozens of
werewolves.
There were even more werewolves charging toward the opposite bank from two directions.
After kicking a werewolf away, Jonathan pressed the detonator in his hand.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of explosions were heard dozens of meters from the opposite bank.
Multiple pillars of water shot into the sky as cracks formed on the ice.

Jonathan stomped, injecting spiritual energy into the frigid river water.
“Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique, Five Elements of the Dragon Deity, Water!” As he shouted, he gestured the technique with
his hands.
A giant wave erupted beneath the ice and rushed toward the Wolver Army.
“Ice Seal!” After the wave crashed into the werewolves, Jonathan leaped into the air, formed a seal with his hands, and slapped it
on the surging water.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
A series of cracking sounds were heard as the river water was rapidly frozen by Jonathan.
Many werewolves failed to escape the river in time and were thus trapped in the ice.
The original sheet of ice formed on the river couldn't hold itself together after the water underneath it was sucked out and frozen
above it.
Hence, no longer capable of bearing the weight, the ice sheet shattered.
The restricted Charleigh gulped as he stared at the frozen werewolves. “What kind of Pryncyp did Jonathan grasp? It seems a
little too ridiculous he's able to freeze at least two hundred Grandmaster Realm werewolves in an instant by touching the water.”
Ksana was similarly bewildered by Jonathan's feat, albeit only slightly, as she gazed at him. Jonathan shouldn't be able to do
that with his Pryncyp of Strength, considering it isn't an elemental Pryncyp. At least, I don't think so. What's going on?
A few seconds of silence later, she shook her head. “I don't know either. However, I'm certain that Master is really strong.”
Meanwhile, Jonathan stood before the edge of the broken ice sheet as he peered at the terrified werewolves. For now, it seems
like the range of my Five Elements of the Dragon Deity only extends to hundreds of meters. According to Ancient Sacred Dragon
Technique, the person who founded this technique was chasing after a water-type demon beast when he froze the entire ocean
in a fit of rage. I don't have much Pryncyp of Strength left, so I must conserve some, just in case I find myself encountering an
unexpected battle. Unquestionably, those two hundred-plus werewolves are only temporarily sealed, seeing as they're all
Grandmaster Realm cultivators. Even if they're stupid, they'll inevitably succeed at breaking out of the ice, which means...
“Let's go!” he exclaimed as he dashed past Ksana and grabbed Charleigh.

As the trio sprinted south at full speed, the werewolves could only chase after them by following their scents.
Unbeknownst to them, a faint light speedily approached the river from the northwest sky after they left.
In less than three minutes, loud whirring sounds were heard as more than a dozen parachutes swiftly descended from the sky.
Their landing generated dull thuds on the ground.
A group of six stepped toward the ice sheet under the lead of an old man. “A battle had just taken place here, as seen from the
abundance of spiritual energy residuals here. Based on the tracks left on the ground, I doubt it has been long since they left.
Let's chase after them!”