Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 2573

Severin listened to the low murmurs of the surrounding cultivators, his expression unchanged as he sat on the ground, recovering his depleted mana. As Gresham saw Severin, he showed a cold smirk.

"I'll see how you manage to survive this time, Severin!" He glanced at Drake and a fierce killing brewed in his heart.

In order to kill Severin, the Primordial Sacred Land had paid a great price, forming an alliance with the Dragonoid and the sacred land of Evil Practitioner from the Cesun and Lasbonrket. They were determined to slay Severin within the Eastern Sea secret realm. Otherwise, with Severin's terrifying talent and the help of the True Immortal's Essence, he would likely advance to a supreme paragon within ten years. To ascend to immortality in just a few decades was entirely possible.

In Gresham's eyes, the True Immortal's Essence should have been his opportunity, but it was snatched away by Severin in the end. Obstructing one's path of revenge was comparable to murdering one's parents. Gresham nodded towards Drake not far away, then withdrew his gaze, sitting cross-legged, quietly waiting. The strength of the formations and restrictions in the land of inheritance still had some residual power, which couldn't be easily broken by the royal paragons.

The surrounding cultivators only glanced coldly at Severin before retracting their gazes, and the war they anticipated did not happen. This puzzled many cultivators who had come to watch the show. Of course, among the crowd, there were those with keen insights. They knew that this was just the temporary peace before the storm. Perhaps the real battle would take place within the land of inheritance. Many cultivators who had regained their senses quickly distanced themselves from Severin, Gresham, and the others.

A few moments later, a void crack suddenly appeared in the sky, rapidly forming into a void passage. Immediately after, a surging and majestic black demonic energy gushed out from within that passage. This demonic energy was towering, like something from hell, exuding a chilling power. Just a short while, the temperature dropped rapidly, and the air condensed into ice crystals.

The next moment, a young man dressed in a black robe, with a long scar on his face, slowly walked out of the passage. This person was about thirty years old, but the aura of his attainment emanated from him was extremely powerful. He was a complete-stage level five royal paragons.