A Man Like None Other Chapter 6860 Waiting for the Rabbit to be Trapped
Please read this chapter.
- A powerful figure experiences intense pain and threat of death.
- A young man’s superior control is demonstrated.
- A hidden truth about a past invasion is revealed.
A wave of excruciating pain enveloped the man’s body, causing him to tremble violently. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead down his chin, leaving small wet patches on his dark gold robe.
He could clearly feel that chaotic power flowing along his meridians, and every inch of its movement brought with it a pain that tore at his soul, as if it would destroy his divine foundation at any moment.
The threat of death has never felt so real.
He has lived for thousands of years, undergoing harsh training and trials abroad by the gods. He had never imagined that he would be completely suppressed in this barren land by a young man whose cultivation seemed so much lower than his, that he had no room to fight back.
The pride and hatred in his heart finally collapsed little by little in the face of extreme pain and life and death crisis.
“I’ll talk”
The man’s voice was hoarse, like a broken gong, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, containing unbearable shame and fear, Please stop this army, I will tell you everything.
David slightly loosened his grip, and the piercing pain suddenly subsided, but a trace of chaotic power remained locked onto the man’s divine foundation. If the other party made even the slightest movement, the power would immediately explode.
He slowly withdrew his hand, still standing behind Haoyang, his purple eyes calm and undisturbed, but harboring an undeniable pressure: “Speak.”
The man slowly turned around. His once cold and haughty face was now deathly pale, and his golden eyes were filled with exhaustion and fear.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in his heart, and slowly opened his mouth, his voice low and faint: “I am Haoyang, a disciple of the Haotian Divine Clan of the Twenty-second Heaven.”
A thousand years ago, Twenty-second Heaven was invaded by extraterrestrial forces. The battle was very fierce. Although the extraterrestrial enemies were eventually repulsed, the Twenty-Second Heaven’s resources were completely exhausted, and its spiritual veins were severed, making it impossible to support the cultivation and reproduction of cultivators of all races.
He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the gray sky outside the window and the sacrificial tower emitting black smoke in the distance. A complex emotion flashed through his eyes, a mixture of hatred and helplessness: “In order to survive, the major divine races had no choice but to turn their attention to the small realms that lacked resources or even spiritual power.”
These small realms, although devoid of spiritual energy, each had unique characteristics. Some contain special minerals, while others are home to unique creatures. This scorched land is one of our chosen targets.