“Since you’re impatient, let me end your life first,” Jared said, looking at the impatient Demonic Cultivator.
“F*ck! You sure know how to brag. I-”
The impatient Demonic Cultivator didn’t believe that Jared could kill him. However, he suddenly stopped before he could finish his sentence. Following that, a painful grimace appeared on his face as he clutched his head tightly.
“Ow! My head hurts so much. It feels like my spiritual sense is being devoured…” he howled in anguish before collapsing to the ground.
The other four Demonic Cultivators were startled, staring at their fallen comrade in disbelief. Soon, the Demonic Cultivator stopped struggling, and his eyes became vacant as he turned into a walking corpse.
His spiritual sense in his consciousness field had been completely consumed by the parasitic silkworm.
“W-What?”
The remaining Demonic Cultivators were dumbfounded. They stared at Jared and retreated in fear. They couldn’t figure out how Jared had taken action. After all, they had him surrounded and didn’t see him move an inch.
“How could you poison him? That’s despicable of you!”
Observing the fallen Demonic Cultivator, Dimas knew that Jared had silently poisoned the other party, causing their spiritual sense to be unknowingly affected.
Upon hearing the mention of poison, the three Demonic Cultivators hastily took a few steps back.
“I have nothing to do with this. I’ve given you what you wanted, so we have nothing to do with each other anymore,” the first Demonic Cultivator whom Jared had injured said hastily before turning to flee.
Having no grudge against Jared, he saw no reason to fight to his death. Seeing that, the remaining two Demonic Cultivators exchanged a look and escaped as well.
Now, Dimas was left alone.
He was astounded by the turn of events.
He had had the upper hand, but the rest had escaped, leaving him alone.
“F*ck! They betrayed me!” Dimas cursed aloud, but it was of no use.
Jared shot Dimas an icy smirk. Dimas felt a deep sense of frustration. He had hoped that reaching out to the Demonic Cultivators urgently would ensure Jared’s demise.
Unfortunately, things didn’t unfold as he had anticipated. If he had known it would come to this, he would have willingly set off to find Pablo.
Upon entering the Celestial Battlefield, they had found themselves scattered in different locations. Dimas, growing impatient, had reached out to several Demonic Cultivators along his path. Now, they were preoccupied with their own escape and paid little attention to him.
Observing Jared’s gaze, Dimas mustered a forced smile and spoke. “Jared, we don’t have anything against each other. There’s no need for us to battle to our deaths. Moreover, Bloodroot Peak and Blood Spirit Valley share a common lineage. Given your connection with Blood Spirit Valley, you can’t take my life!”
He was admitting defeat.
“There is no grudge between us, and I don’t hold any prejudice against Demonic Cultivators like you. I never wanted to kill you, but you tried to take my life just now,” Jared responded with a calm smile.
This statement made Dimas’ face turn red. He was unsure how to retort. Jared wielded the Demon Flogger, creating a resounding crack in the air.
The sound alone left Dimas disoriented. Realizing that Jared was determined to kill him, Dimas turned and fled without begging for mercy.
Jared swiftly swung the Demon Flogger.
Whack, whack, whack!
The cracking sounds echoed as the lashes struck Dimas’ back, causing him to cough up blood and stagger forward.
“F*ck it. He’s just a mere First Level Tribulator cultivator but possesses such formidable strength and a divine weapon. This is truly unbelievable,” Dimas cursed under his breath as he escaped desperately.
However, Jared pursued relentlessly, leaving Dimas in a state of anxious desperation.
