Favian was utterly surprised as he exclaimed, "You're still alive?"
Favian was already a half-stage away from becoming a royal paragon. His entire physique had been honed to an extraordinary level—his blood possessed a golden hue, while his physical prowess could rival that of a true beast. He was strong enough to smash mountains and part the seas.
Severin, however, was only a level two paragon. Favian, being the Gahrrs' elder had dealt severe blows to practitioners of that caliber in the past. Severin might be a prodigy from the Grandiuno Sect who could transcend levels against stronger opponents, but the most he could go was around level three paragon. It was thus a genuine surprise that Severin was able to withstand Favian's assault.
After his initial shock wore off, Favian sneered at Severin and remarked, "Show me what other tricks you might have up your sleeve!"
Without the protection of his defensive spiritual treasure, Severin was to Favian nothing more than a bug that could be crushed with sheer force.
At the same time, Severin grappled with Favian's near-lethal strike. While he managed to evade a fatal blow, the ordeal had proven to be very taxing. His entire body felt as though it had been placed under the weight of a mountain. His muscles ached, his bones were sore, and his internal organs seemed to gone out of place, and blood was oozing out of his mouth. Severin suffered severe internal injuries, and the spiritual energy within him had drained.
Realizing the gravity of his condition, Severin understood that using the Teleportation Slip might be his only salvation. Without hesitation, he broke the Teleportation Slip he had already taken out and connected his primal spirit with the power of heaven and earth.
The Teleportation Slip soon shattered, tearing open a spatial channel after the surrounding void had collapsed. After witnessing the abrupt change, Favian's eyes widened as he recognized the item Severin had destroyed.
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