Chapter 683 Schemes Of The Black Robed Man

• The force Winslow drew forth by burning his secret art was formidable, yet even so, Jaziel ground him underfoot as though swatting away dust.
• High on the summit, every spectator glued their eyes to the battle's center; nerves stretched taut, many discovered their palms slick with cold sweat.
• Who could have imagined that Winslow—an old-guard master at the Peak Divine Metamorphosis Realm—would fail to seize even the slightest advantage and instead be wounded by Jaziel after only a handful of exchanges?