At dawn on the third day, the first strand of sunlight pierced through the heavy black smoke and fell across the sky.
Jared and the Tribunal Venerable still faced each other in the void. Both of them were covered in wounds, and both of their auras had thinned to almost nothing. Even the air around them had turned strangely heavy. Aside from their ragged breathing, the only sound left was the occasional faint clink of arms meeting.
"Jared, you... What kind of monster are you?" The Tribunal Venerable's voice shook on the way out. He had never imagined that one day, a cultivator at the Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Nine would be able to push him this far.
After three days and three nights of savage fighting, he had burned through most of his spiritual power and taken heavy injuries. And Jared was still standing in front of him. Jared still had the strength to fight.
Jared said nothing. His throat was clogged with blood. All he could manage was a weak, rough breath.
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