Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 2030

However, the cultivation levels of the Granduino Sect disciples were generally around the second or third-grade of the supreme saint level.

The group of Deifirm Sect cultivators, on the other hand, boasted significantly higher cultivation levels. Despite outnumbering their opponents, the seven or eight Granduino Sect disciples found themselves at a disadvantage, battered and bruised, spitting blood, their breath unsteady.

Seeing that the Granduino Sect disciples were struggling, Gilda, standing at their side, took the initiative. The aura of a fourth-grade supreme saint emanated from her as she raised her hand. With a swift motion, she sent the Deifirm Sect cultivators flying with a wave into the void.

The Deifirm Sect disciple, a young man of around fifth-grade supreme saint, who led the group, evaded Gilda's attack. His face darkened as he cursed, "Who dares to trouble my Deifirm Sect!"

Several Granduino Sect disciples nearby, recognizing it was Severin, cried out in distress, "Senior Brother, we just entered the ruins and found a forbidden area with formations. There are several eighth-grade spiritual treasures and natural treasures. Unfortunately, we were targeted by some Deifirm Sect disciples..."

"Our leader, Senior Brother Radyn, got trapped, and only a few of us managed to escape," one of them added from a short distance away.

Upon hearing this, the young leader of the Deifirm Sect understood Severin's identity. Without hesitation, he leaped into the air, attempting to flee. However, how could Severin let him escape so easily? With a low shout, a fierce light flickering in his eyes, Severin raised his hand and slapped it down. In an instant, a giant cyan handprint, resembling a small mountain, materialized in the sky.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Amidst a resounding shout, under the colossal handprint in the void, the Deifirm Sect leader, with only a fifth-grade supreme saint cultivation, was instantly turned into a mist of blood.

After completing these actions, Severin approached his fellow disciples. As he looked at the numerous injuries on their bodies, he could not help but wonder whether it was luck or misfortune that led them to discover a forbidden area with heavenly treasures so soon after entering the ruins.

The leader, Radyn, was currently being strangled by Uzair, who held his neck in a grip resembling that of holding a small chick. Blood oozed from the corners of Radyn's mouth, his meridians already shattered by Uzair, and his aura in chaos and decline.

Facing a life-or-death crisis, Radyn gritted his silver teeth and said, "This forbidden area was discovered by our Granduino Sect first. Are you trying to forcibly seize it? Don't forget, there are still three core disciples of my Granduino Sect inside the ruins!"

Uzair's expression remained cold, his gaze fixed on Radyn. A hint of disdain in his eyes, and he did not take Radyn seriously.

A mere sixth-grade supreme saint could easily be annihilated with a lift of his hand. However, Uzair could not completely ignore what Radyn said. As far as he knew, Raymond's cultivation level surpassed his own.

With this in mind, Uzair disdainfully tossed Radyn aside. "A bunch of trash! Do you even have the qualifications to compete with the Deifirm Sect for precious treasures in the secret realm? In the future, when you encounter disciples of the Deifirm Sect, all of you better stay far away!"