“Let me ask you: the so-called Vajra Realm, the so-called Mystic Arts Adept, and your Life-and-Death Mage—who decided these boundaries?”
Evan Lin stood there, eyes calm, looking across at Byron Whitecloud with zero concern for the stunned look on Byron's face.
That sword-rain Byron Whitecloud just unleashed—if Evan had faced it before his last closed-door cultivation, taking it head-on might've actually been dangerous.
The Life-and-Death Mage's spellcasting is on a whole other level compared to the Mystic Arts Adepts from Medicine King Valley. Just the fact that Byron Whitecloud can keep throwing out spells nonstop without tiring says it all.
"These cultivation realms come from ancient times. As for who set the boundaries, how could you or I possibly know?" Byron Whitecloud's face darkened, his hand clutching the compass trembling slightly.
Even now, Byron Whitecloud couldn't figure out how this guy managed to walk out of the sword rain without a scratch.
"Ancient times."
Hearing Byron Whitecloud's words, Evan Lin just shook his head, not interested in wasting any more breath on him.
"You came here today to avenge your disciple, but that's not happening. Now, your life stays here."
Evan Lin spoke coolly, voice flat.
Byron Whitecloud's face instantly turned dark at those words.
"Want my life? You're not even close! I don't know what kind of cultivation you used to get this strong at the Vajra Realm, but a Life-and-Death Mage's power is way beyond your imagination!"
Byron Whitecloud snorted angrily, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The blood landed on top of the compass, slowly forming a small wall of crimson.
Then Byron Whitecloud stretched out his right index finger, quickly tracing strange runes across the blood wall.
When he finished drawing the runes, Byron Whitecloud's whole aura weakened—a clear sign he'd burned too much energy.
But his face, right then, was lit up with wild excitement.
"This stone compass is a magic artifact I've raised with Law Seeds for over ten years. Its artifact spirit is a Fire Leech! Today, I'll feed it with you and all your magic artifacts!"
Doesn't matter how tough your Vajra Realm body is—once the Fire Leech bites down, there's no flesh it can't pierce!"
Byron Whitecloud's face twisted into a strange grin as he started laughing. Suddenly, he hurled the compass skyward.
In the next instant, the compass spun wildly, blazing with fiery red light. The whole sky turned blood-red, and the air was thick with the scent of fresh blood.