Chapter 597


    Chapter 597 The Mystery Of Summerbank


    Master? Hearing Jonathan’s words, Lauryn directed her gaze toward Joselle in puzzlement. At the


    same time, Irving, whose cheek swelled up terribly, was throwing a scornful re at Jonathan.


    He finally understood why Joselle would knock him out for no reason and bring him here. How is that


    pure coincidence? Jonathan must’ve run toward me on purpose to divert attention! D*mn it! I’ll kill him


    sooner orter!


    Irving could not help but curse inwardly after catching a glimpse of that smug expression on Jonathan’s


    face as if he had seeded in his treacherous n.


    On the other hand, dimir’s horsetail whisk was grabbed so tightly by Joselle that no matter what he


    did, he could not withdraw it. He was undoubtedly dumbfounded.


    “Who are you?”


    A frosty glint shed across dimir’s gaze as he sensed the intimidating aura radiating from Joselle.


    “I didn’t have a name previously, but I do now. I’m Joselle Goldstein. Your capabilities aren’t too bad.


    How about you be my ve too?” Joselle said with augh.


    “Joselle Goldstein?” As soon as dimir heard that name, he instinctively turned to look at Jonathan.


    The same surname? Why does it feel like they’re siblings?


    What truly baffled him was Jonathan’s greeting earlier.


    dimir’s eyes dimmed as he fixed them on Jonathan and the rest.


    “Since you’re all here, it saves me some time and effort to go and search for everyone. Well, this


    makes things easier for me!”


    As he spoke, the spiritual energy within him began to surge. The horsetail whisk in his grip suddenly


    expanded into innumerous white threads that filled the skies before wrapping around Joselle’s body.


    Then, those white threads tightened abruptly, turning Joselle into a giant cocoon.


    “Run!” Jonathan shouted at Lauryn and reached out to grab her hand to flee the scene with her.


    But as he got up to Lauryn, a strange-looking gun full of murderous intent rested close to his forehead


    before piercing through the ground right before him.


    It was Joselle’s gun.


    The muscles in Jonathan’s body tensed up as he turned to look at the white cocoon beside him.


    On it was a hole the size of a bowl, where he spotted Joselle wearing a smile while peeking through


    curiously.


    “I won’t let you get away just like that!”


    Following a giggle, she pried the hole with her slender hands, and before long, she tore the white


    cocoon apart without much force.


    Jonathan stared wide-eyed at the overwhelmingly domineering scene before him.


    He had put up a fight with dimir’s horsetail whisk earlier. He knew clearly how tough and formidable


    that weapon was. Yet, Joselle had managed to rip it apart with her hands.


    Despite knowing how scary Joselle was, he could not help but feel stupefied.


    Nheless, the one most astonished at that point was not Jonathan but dimir.


    After all, dimir understood that magical item well since it belonged to him. Having watched it get


    destroyed without much effort by Joselle, he could notprehend how fearsome she was.


    He stared at Joselle nervously as he tried to escape the scene.


    “Who are you exactly?”


    “I am your master!”


    Joselle let out a light chuckle. With a leap, she traveled a distance of more than ten meters andnded


    right before dimir.


    Seeing her appearance, he swung the horsetail whisk in his grip toward her direction without hesitation.


    Though dimir was well aware that his horsetail whisk could not hurt Joselle, he thought it was more


    than enough if it could fend her off for a short while.


    Before long, a geomanticpass appeared in dimir’s palm out of nowhere.


    “Three Ultimate Formations! Restrain them!”


    As his hand gesture took effect, a mysterious force spread out rapidly.


    With dimir as the center, everything within a hundred-meter radius came to a halt as though time


    had frozen.


    Jonathan and the others, as well as the flora and fauna in the surroundings, all turned frozen


    instantaneously.


    Joselle’s hand, which hade so close to dimir’s neck, also stopped in its movement


    simultaneously.


    While Jonathan froze in position—with one hand grabbing onto Lauryn’s wrist, sheer shock inundated


    him after witnessing dimir’s move.


    The Grandmaster Realm cultivators could activate a Grandmaster’s force field to trap everything within


    a certain perimeter.


    Basically, its theory was to use one’s force field to fill the space and one’s spiritual energy to create a


    spirit shield to confine the targets one wanted to have control or restrain over.


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    However, that was not the case for dimir’s move.


    There was no spiritual energy nor any feeling of restraint.


    Instead, that feeling closely resembled how the world should have been.


    Everything—from falling leaves to birds and insects—should stay suspended in the air.


    It was a feeling close to nature.


    Yet, that brought intense fear from deep within Jonathan.


    “Who exactly are you? I can’t believe I had to use the formation te to keep you in ce. How did you


    manage to enter Three Ultimate Formations?” Sweat droplets covered dimir’s forehead as he loudly


    questioned Joselle, who almost killed him.


    But in the next instant, dimir averted his gaze toward Jonathan and the others.


    What caught his attention was the two rows of mummified bodies on the ground.


    dimir did not have the time to give too much thought as he got into a fight with Joselle immediately


    after rushing there in a fit of rage.


    Now that he spotted those bodies, his eyes darkened.


    In the formation of the Three Ultimate Formations, other than several cultivators who ventured in by


    themselves, the other cultivators who disappeared there were lured inside by Phoebus Sect.


    There were many instances where Phoebus Sect would lure four cultivators there, but in the end, there


    would always be one or two missing.


    It was also because such urrences were frequent that Sofus would conveniently invite Jonathan


    after running into him then.


    The purpose was to use Jonathan as a substitute had anyone gone missing again.


    Comprehension dawned upon dimir after seeing those bodies at that point—those people who went


    missing were not devoured by the demon beast but were turned into various shapes and forms of


    mummified bodies.


    Staring at those bodies, dimir jolted in terror.


    His heart thumped even more wildly when he noticed the bodies of the two God Realm fighters.


    After all, among the two, Rory was a well-known cultivator in the martial arts world. Even dimir had


    to greet him politely if they ever crossed paths.


    Even someone like Rory has died here. Even though Summerbank Abyss is a part of Phoebus Sect,


    these mummified bodies definitely aren’t our doings. Who the he*l did this?


    “Do you like my ves too?” Behind, a crisp voice sounded. dimir leaped a few meters away before


    he mustered the courage to whip his head around.


    Standing right in front of Jonathan, Joselle reached out and slowly pulled out that strange-looking


    spear.


    “Old shorty, how did you freeze people on the spot just now? It seems fun. How about you y with me


    from now on?”