Without the protection of his spiritual energy, Jared struggled to defend himself against Edgar’s attack. After all, Edgar was almost as strong as a Top Level Martial Arts Grandmaster.
Blood trickled out of Jared’s mouth. His bleeding chest heaved with effort.
When he looked down, he was stunned to see five bloody pores over his chest.
Jared quickly returned his attention to Edgar, who was looking smugger than ever. Black spikes on Edgar’s fingers glinted menacingly under the sun.
Edgar taunted, “Your efforts are futile, Jared. I only need one magical item to turn you into dust, and the Deragons have plenty more of these items up our sleeves.”
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