“What is that thing the young man has brought with him?” The elderly cultivator in the black robe asked.

The elderly man in the white robe directed his gaze in a certain direction.

Then, he heaved a long breath. “As expected of the successor of Franciscusʼ legacy, he managed to reach the fourth extreme of the curse magic in such a short time. Xachary is doomed this time!”

Meanwhile, a beam of purplish-gold light landed on the battlefield for the Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation cultivators. James stepped out of the light the next instant.

Xachary remained in a seated position in the distance. His eyes flew open at that moment.

As his Qrohm increased, Xachary raised an arm and directed an attack at James. Countless shapes of palms formed in the air and shot toward James.

“You donʼt play fair at all, old man!” James shouted.

He transformed into a purplish-black sword and flew toward those intimidating palms.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Deafening explosions could be heard f