Chapter 600


    Chapter 600 Survival


    Sofus turned and ran after dimir spoke. If it were anybody else, Sofus might not have believed them.


    Since it came from his mentor’s lips, he knew thetter would carry out his promise.


    However, dimir was not letting Sofus go easily. The former gazed warily at the hill in the distance


    where Joselle was before disappearing in a sh.


    Meanwhile, Joselle kicked the spear beneath her feet and sent it tearing through the air toward Sofus’


    back. dimir reappeared with a whoosh in midair. The horsetail whisk he yielded morphed into a giant


    hand formed entirely of white strands as it grabbed the spear.


    Jonathan felt confused as he watched dimir. Is he rescuing Sofus? What’s going on between the


    both of them?


    He then cast a spell and gave chase to Sofus while Joselle and dimir fought.


    “Hand over the pill, Sofus!”


    Thanks to his God Realm cultivation level, Jonathan intercepted Sofus in seconds.


    “Stop dreaming, Jonathan!” Sofus shouted through gritted teeth. “You wouldn’t be able to escape if you


    don’t run now!”


    The ck magical item in Jonathan’s hand was covered in leaping mes. Despite the continuous


    approach of dimir behind Sofus, he did not care in the slightest.


    “I’m here for the pill. Once I get it, I won’t interfere with the d*mned affair of Phoebus Sect.”


    “F*ck your pill!” Sofus roared.


    “The pill is only amon Condensing Pill mixed with the original sap of the ming Tree. Go back


    and chop down the ming Tree. Aside from treating serious injuries, regenerating lost limbs is also


    not beyond the realm of possibility.”


    Sofus’ words took Jonathan by surprise.


    That’s right. I’ve been so upied with the pill that it didn’t ur to me how Sofus’ grievous injury was


    cured by taking a few sips of the sap from the ming Tree. Why should I go to such lengths when


    something much more convenient is within reach?


    During the intervening space of Jonathan being surprised, Sofus had already escaped in another


    direction.


    “The sap of a ming Tree is only effective for cultivators, Jonathan. And only adept cultivators at that.”


    dimir’s roar of anger sounded from behind Jonathan.


    “Unless the person you wish to rescue is of Grandmaster Realm, the victim who drinks the original sap


    from the ming Tree will implode and die instantly.


    “Besides, do you know how to store the sap, so its potency is retained? Do you know how to get out of


    Summerbank Abyss? Capture Sofus, and I’ll give you the pill and take you out of here.”


    Jonathan understood from the urgency in dimir’s voice that the old man did not have much time left.


    The feeling of being ckmailed is not a pleasant one.


    Jonathan frowned as he watched the incessant battle between Joselle and dimir in the distance.


    Though it was only a sh, he had clearly felt Joselle’s spiritual sense locking in on him.


    If dimir fell in defeat, I would be the next one to die by Joselle’s hand.


    However, Jonathan also knew that they would not be able to defeat Joselle even if he joined forces with


    dimir.


    “What are you still standing around for, Jonathan?”


    dimir’s bellow assaulted his eardrums once more.


    “The woman is the monster suppressed by the Summerbank formation. The efforts of four


    Grandmaster Realm cultivators are required every three years to seal her.


    “The process of sealing this time is only conducted halfway through. Now, the strength of the formation


    could not yet threaten her. Capture Sofus and use him as the foundation of the formation. Otherwise,


    we will all die!”


    This time, Jonathan hesitated no longer and dashed off in Sofus’ wake.


    dimir’s words unraveled Jonathan’s many questions over the past two days.


    Though he could not trust dimir entirely, the only thing he could do at the moment was capture


    Sofus.


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    The boulders cracked beneath his feet. Every stride Jonathan took appeared a dozen meters ahead.


    “I’ll ask you this onest time, Sofus. Do you have the pill or not?”


    “Go to hell!” Sofus’ face was flushed red as he cursed at Jonathan beside him. “Shatter!”


    Following Sofus’ shout, a strange ripple dashed toward Jonathan’s face.


    The runes glowed. Amidst Sofus’ wail, Jonathan heard a low chanting.


    Spiritual sense assault?


    Jonathan was slightly taken aback by the sight of Sofus on the ground writhing in pain while clutching


    his head.


    Lauryn had told him once before about Sofus’ mastery of spiritual sense assault.


    Though Jonathan hade prepared, spiritual sense assault was ethereal in nature. His wariness


    would prove fruitless.


    It was a pleasant surprise that the strange bell above his head could block even a spiritual sense


    assault.


    It was obvious that Sofus’ current predicament was a consequence of the recoil from his own attack.


    Jonathan sealed Sofus’ meridian and tore thetter’s shirt apart.


    A bronze mirror the size of a te fell to the ground.


    Jonathan clearly felt three paths swirling restlessly from other directions when he picked it up in his


    hand.


    The bronze mirror must be how Sofus managed to locate Lauryn and the others.


    Though he failed to locate the pill, Jonathan lifted Sofus and ran toward dimir.


    “I’ve captured Sofus for you. Give me the pill!” Jonathan shouted toward the pair ofbatants


    engaged in battle.


    “Go to the ming Tree,” dimir shouted back. “It is the burial ground of the formation. If you want to


    seal this demon, you could only do it there.”


    Grabbing Sofus by the waist, Jonathan turned to leave.


    In order to leave the abyss, he must obtain the pill and, more importantly, remain alive.


    Nobody would survive if Joselle is not sealed!


    “You can’t do this to me, dimir! I’ve thought of you as my father for sixteen years. You can’t kill me!”


    Sofusy on the white bones under the ming Tree, sounding hoarse from yelling.


    “Help me hold the demon at bay for a minute, Jonathan. Let meplete the sealing.”


    The horsetail whisk in dimir’s hand had by then looked like a tasseled spear with only a few strands


    of hair remaining.


    A talisman appeared, and rays of green light emitted from the talisman in every direction. Within the


    span of a breath, theybined into aplex yet beautiful symbol.


    An immense pce materialized out of thin air and enveloped Joselle.


    Jonathan sensed something. His feet bent slightly before he leaped up with the magical item in his


    hand aimed directly at Joselle’s head.


    Boom!


    The spear in Joselle’s hand dispersed the green formation marks. The ming staff in Jonathan’s hand


    struck at the same time.


    Within the span of a second, Jonathan and dimir had undergone aplete exchange of identity.


    There is no more foe or friend. Only our survival matters!


    “How dare youy a hand on your Master, ve? You have a very painful price to pay!”