The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

Chapter 104

After saying that, the Son of Cruor slapped his forehead hard, causing the bloody cloud floating behind his head to shake violently.

Meanwhile, in a tent on a green mountain, Fernando turned tense and said, "It's going to be tough!" Jerry glanced at him and shook his head before heading out of the tent.

"Erm, Mr. Locker, where are you going?" Fernando glanced away from the computer screen and asked curiously.

"Cruor Sect is about to end, so I need to head over and report to my boss," Jerry explained as he picked up his backpack from a corner.

Why are you so confident? What if Cruor Sect turns the table? Fernando pursed his lips but did not say anything.

Jerry took his bag out of the tent and quickly put on a wingsuit. Then, he stood at the edge of the cliff, waved his hand, and leaped down.

On the square, the Son of Cruor aged rapidly as he focused on casting the Reversal Technique. A wave of excruciating pain tore through his soul and the bloody cloud behind his head split into three.

"Cruor Warriors, attack!"

The Son of Cruor roared and ordered his three bloody clouds to enter the remaining three statues. Soon, three bloody clouds disappeared into them. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Seeing this, Gerald licked his lips in anticipation. "Since I can destroy one of you, I can shatter the three of you too!"

Crack! A statue holding a long sword unsealed completely.

It roared into the sky before charging toward Gerald with blood mist around its body.

Meanwhile, Jacob's eyes gleamed as he stood before Cruor Temple. His figure flickered slightly before stopping.

In the next moment, waves of strong air currents gushed out in all directions. Suddenly, a bloody cut appeared on Gerald's chest, prompting him to take a few steps back in shock.

How is this fellow so much more powerful than the previous one?

"Haha, do you finally understand how powerful my Cruor Warriors are?" The Son of God now had a head full of gray hair and a face covered with wrinkles. He burst out in laughter at Gerald.

Jacob frowned and waved his hand after looking at the sky. "Make it quick. I want to go back to see my daughter in the afternoon."

"Yes, sir!" Gerald and the Dragon Guardians answered in unison.

Crack! Crack! The Cruor Warrior holding a claymore and another Cruor Warrior holding a lance sword awakened at the same time.

"Haha, my three Cruor Warriors have awakened. None of you shall survive to see the afternoon!" The

head of Cruor Sect laughed madly. He seemed weak and mentally unsound. "Struggle all you can, you weak insects! Cruor Sect took a hundred years to cultivate each Cruor Warrior… Thus, you are all doomed! Enjoy the despair knowing that you shall die!"

Weak insects?

A ruthless gleam flashed across Jacob's eyes, and he felt the urge to laugh at the Son of Cruor's ignorance. At the same time, his body surged with a fighting spirit.

With a flick of his fingers, he dashed across the square and stood before the Son of Cruor in the blink of an eye.

He grabbed the Son of Cruor by his neck and lifted him up before asking threateningly, "Who did you call a weak insect?"

The Son of Cruor had grown weak and was no different from an ordinary man in his seventies. An abnormal flush appeared on his wrinkled face.

His eyes seemed crazed as he stared at Jacob with an unhinged smile. "If you kill me, the three Cruor Warriors will go on a rampage and destroy humankind. You will not be able to bear the consequences!"