Chapter 1299
The Legendary Man Chapter 1299-Upon hearing what Jonathan had said, aside from Joshua, who had
already guessed Jonathan’s intentions, the rest of them were filled with unparalleled fear.
Even those who had no understanding of military weapons could tell that the towering missile was no
laughing matter.
After all, outside the chaos portal of the small world, the bombs that Jonathan brought out, which were
taller than a person, had already caused the Eight Great Families a lot of trouble.
Besides, this one was even directly buried by Jonathan right under everyone’s feet.
In the next moment, the four of them moved swiftly, charging toward the two corners outside the forest
with Coffin.
Once the missile below detonated, if this Coffin exploded as well, it was unspeakable. Several people
would be reduced to ashes together.
But if this Coffin was carried down, the most important thing was to maintain bnce.
Cultivators were humans, after all. Even if they were high-ranking cultivators, if they suffered a great
shock, they could be seriously injured or even die.
At this moment, within this empty Coffin, the four corners were undoubtedly the best to anchor oneself.
At this distance, seizing the initiative no longer depended on the speed of one’s movements but rather
on each individual’s reaction time.
Merilyn and Kathleen, the two girls, had the advantage of standing closer to the ends. They quickly
seized the opportunity and positioned themselves in the two corners, beginning to construct their
spiritual field, anchoring themselves in ce.
At this moment, Sterio and Hayden had no time to engage in any disputes. Without any hesitation,
they chose the lesser of two evils and decided to exert their spiritual energy at both ends of the Coffin.
Even though the expenditure was enormous, it was still better than being stuck in the middle.
“Mr. Goldstein, you’ve really put us in a tough spot this time…”
Hayden spoke to Jonathan with a sobbing tone.
Although Jonathan had heard Seboxia’s narration, he believed that this Coffin could absolutely not be
split open by a cultivator with a cultivation level below Divine Realm, which was why he thought of this
method.
Yet, at this moment, there was a wave of fear in his heart.
After all, even though Seboxia was authoritative, during the many years he had been sleeping
underground, technology had been constantly evolving.
It was as if a demigod was imprisoned in a subterranean cavern.
ording to Seboxia’s theory, a true deity would shatter the void and ascend.
So, this demigod should be an undying entity on Earth.
But now, Jonothon wos quite skepticol. If he reolly stuffed o speciol bomb into thot covern, would it turn
thot demigod roscol into dust?
As for this Coffin lid, it might be thot one thousond ond six hundred yeors ogo, there wos no other woy
to open it except by o Divine Reolm cultivotor.
But bock then, they hodn’t developed TNT yet.
On the off chonce thot this thing wosn’t os sturdy os Seboxio soid, then this time Jonothon wos truly
digging his own grove, leoving himself stronded here.
“Hong in there, my wife is obout to give birth, I’m obout to hove o son, pleose hong in there…”
At this moment, Jonothon ignored Hoyden’s question, just quietly proying non-stop.
Seboxio hod once mentioned the term ‘luck’ to him before.
At this moment, Jonothon wos stoking the fote of everyone inside the Coffin.
There were heirs from vorious fomilies, os well os undying legends like Seboxio, not to mention
himself, the so-colled god of wor, Asuro.
With so mony chosen ones gothered together, they should not meet their end!
Boom!
As Jonothon’s proyer echoed, everyone felt os if o heovy hommer hod struck the ground beneoth their
feet.
In the next moment, everyone felt os if their entire skeleton wos obout to be crushed.
“Ah!”
The exoggeroted screom of Hoyden even drowned out the shrieks of Merilyn ond Kothleen.
Cockle, cockle, cockle…
The spirituol field of everyone present shottered one ofter onother, much like invisible pones of gloss
exploding into frogments.
And those who hod lost their footing were omidst the tumbling Coffin, constontly being thrown ond
colliding ogoinst the sturdy coffin boords oround them.
Continuous screoms of ogony ond muffled groons could be heord.
“Grow!”
Joshuo brondished o long stick ond shouted loudly.
The long stoff swiftly extended os it twirled in the oir, striking sporks off the sides of Coffin. Finolly, it
come to rest diogonolly within the coffin, firmly propped in the middle.
Upon seeing this, Jonothon immediotely followed suit, holding his long stoff ond chonneling his spirituol
energy into it. The others did the some.
In just o breoth’s time, the entire Coffin wos filled with weopons, orronged hophozordly.
And everyone monoged to steody themselves, relying on these weopons.
“Sigh…”
As the lights flickered, Stellorio’s cheeks swelled up, resembling thot of o pig’s heod.
“D*mn, finolly things hove settled down.”
But now, Jonathan was quite skeptical. If he really stuffed a special bomb into that cavern, would it turn
that demigod rascal into dust?
As for this Coffin lid, it might be that one thousand and six hundred years ago, there was no other way
to open it except by a Divine Realm cultivator.
But back then, they hadn’t developed TNT yet.
On the off chance that this thing wasn’t as sturdy as Seboxia said, then this time Jonathan was truly
digging his own grave, leaving himself stranded here.
“Hang in there, my wife is about to give birth, I’m about to have a son, please hang in there…”
At this moment, Jonathan ignored Hayden’s question, just quietly praying non-stop.
Seboxia had once mentioned the term ‘luck’ to him before.
At this moment, Jonathan was staking the fate of everyone inside the Coffin.
There were heirs from various families, as well as undying legends like Seboxia, not to mention
himself, the so-called god of war, Asura.
With so many chosen ones gathered together, they should not meet their end!
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Boom!
As Jonathan’s prayer echoed, everyone felt as if a heavy hammer had struck the ground beneath their
feet.
In the next moment, everyone felt as if their entire skeleton was about to be crushed.
“Ah!”
The exaggerated scream of Hayden even drowned out the shrieks of Merilyn and Kathleen.
Cackle, cackle, cackle…
The spiritual field of everyone present shattered one after another, much like invisible panes of ss
exploding into fragments.
And those who had lost their footing were amidst the tumbling Coffin, constantly being thrown and
colliding against the sturdy coffin boards around them.
Continuous screams of agony and muffled groans could be heard.
“Grow!”
Joshua brandished a long stick and shouted loudly.
The long staff swiftly extended as it twirled in the air, striking sparks off the sides of Coffin. Finally, it
came to rest diagonally within the coffin, firmly propped in the middle.
Upon seeing this, Jonathan immediately followed suit, holding his long staff and channeling his spiritual
energy into it. The others did the same.
In just a breath’s time, the entire Coffin was filled with weapons, arranged haphazardly.
And everyone managed to steady themselves, relying on these weapons.
“Sigh…”
As the lights flickered, Sterio’s cheeks swelled up, resembling that of a pig’s head.
“D*mn, finally things have settled down.”
Jonathan watched as several people clung to the long weapons like monkeys to steady themselves.
The scene wasical, yet no one could muster augh.
Because they could feel it, they were the only ones who were stable, yet the Coffin they were in was
still moving at high speed.
“We’re not going to fly straight out of North Outer City, are we?”
Hayden, clutching a long spear, hung above Jonathan’s head. As the Coffin spun and flipped, Hayden’s
figure continuously circled in front of Jonathan’s eyes, leaving the onlookers dizzy.
“There’s no way we’re getting out of Outer City.”
Jonathan closed his eyes and said.
“The arena outside South Outer City spans a hundred miles. We should count ourselves lucky that this
Coffin managed to get out of the governor’s residence in North Outer City.”
“What should we do then?” Sterio asked Jonathan in a deep voice, “Are we supposed to continue
fighting once we get out?”
“Or what?” Joshua said calmly. “It seems we can’t avoid a fight, whether we’re inside the city or out.
Not to mention, in the end, we have to venture into the heart of Yannopolis to find a way out.”
“It’s you!” Sterio coldly looked at Joshua and said, “You’re the one who wanted to enter Yannopolis.
We don’t have to risk our lives to apany you.”
“Absolutely!” Joshua turned to look at Sterio, “If you can bear to spend your entire life in this small
world, you are entirely free to live in the vast wilderness. By the way, you can also explore what the true
boundaries of this small world are.”
“You…”
Boom…
Just as Sterio was about to retort, a tremendous wave of shock force came through.
The Coffin abruptly transitioned from rapid descent toplete stillness, and those crisscrossing
magical items had now be deadly weapons.
Several people collided haphazardly, flipping over and crashing into the bottom of the Coffin. Each of
their faces turned red, and even Hayden, who had the lowest cultivation level, started to vomit blood
profusely and fainted.
“The rib is fractured, the internal organs are severely damaged.”
Despite feeling unwell, Joshua mustered his strength to use his spiritual energy to help Hayden check
his injuries.
Meanwhile, Jonathan transferred the remaining life force from Seboxia, which was within him, into
Hayden’s body.
Although Hayden’s cultivation level wasn’t high, it was unlikely that he would reach Divine Realm in the
future.
Given his exceptional skill in crafting formations, Jonathan simply had to protect him.