A crisp sound echoed as a crack appeared on the barrier.
Seeing this, Triston Horton frowned deeply. He hadn’t expected the barrier to be so tough.
Without wasting any time, he raised his hand and struck again. After several waves of energy, the crack widened significantly but still didn’t break completely.
“Damn it!”
Triston Horton cursed and took a deep breath, ready to use his trump card.
However, he didn’t get the chance.
Just as he was about to act, a strong sense of danger surged from behind him. His pupils contracted in fear.
Knowing he couldn’t withstand the attack, he quickly dodged to the side.
Although he reacted immediately, he was still blown away by the energy wave.
He crashed heavily into the barrier, which then shattered. Triston Horton fell to the ground, creating a large pit and lying motionless inside it.
Already severely injured, he was now completely incapacitated, blood gushing from his mouth, his aura extremely weak.
Soon after, White Feather landed about two or three hundred meters away but did not attack further.
Jorge Craft and the phantom elder then approached.
“Do you have any last words?” Jorge Craft walked toward him.
“You have no idea who you’re dealing with…” Triston Horton managed to say after a brief pause.
“If you dare kill me, I guarantee Sky City will face total destruction…”
Before he could finish, a flash of cold light swept across his neck, and his head rolled to the ground.
His eyes were wide open in disbelief, a look of eternal regret on his face.
He hadn’t expected Jorge Craft to act so decisively! How dare he!
“I hate being threatened!” Jorge Craft shrugged at Triston Horton’s corpse.
Turning to the phantom elder, he said, “Old Mr Chapman, take a rest while I handle the remaining enemies.”
“Alright!” the phantom elder nodded.
At this point, his form was flickering and unstable, clearly not able to hold on much longer.
White Feather let out a cry and followed Jorge Craft into the fray.
The ensuing battle was not much of a contest. The remaining messengers between life and death were all killed within ten minutes, leaving no survivors.
Afterward, everyone gathered in the central courtyard.
Although they had slain a hundred messengers between life and death, both Quicksand Sect and Ethereal Sect suffered heavy losses.
Of Quicksand Sect’s dozens of elders, only six remained, all of whom were injured to varying degrees.
Victor Chapman and Lane Chapman were also seriously injured but not fatally so.
Ethereal Sect lost three elders, with two others severely wounded.
“Thank you for saving us, Mr Craft!” One of Quicksand Sect’s elders bowed to Jorge Craft.
“Thank you, Mr Craft!” echoed several others.
“Thank you!” Victor and Lane Chapman looked at Jorge Craft with slightly embarrassed expressions.
A few days ago, when they had planned to deal with Ethereal Sect, they never imagined that without Jorge Craft’s help today, Quicksand Sect would have been annihilated!
Life is truly unpredictable!
“It’s nothing,” Jorge Craft waved dismissively. “You should thank Mr Billy. Without them today, we wouldn’t have defeated these messengers between life and death.”
“Thank you, Mr Billy!” Victor Chapman took a deep breath and bowed to Billy. “I apologize again for what happened last time!”
“It’s all in the past,” Billy waved it off as well.
“The Chapman family is unfortunate to have such unfilial sons!” the phantom elder glared at them angrily. “Quicksand Sect has fallen to this state because of you two! How can you face your ancestors?!”
Victor and Lane Chapman opened their mouths but had no response.
“Mr Billy, may I ask what that move you used earlier is called?” the phantom elder asked Billy.
“Old Mr Chapman, which move are you referring to?” Billy asked, slightly puzzled.
“The one where you summoned nine divine dragons,” the elder clarified.
“Old Mr Chapman means ‘Dragon Soaring Skies’?” Billy responded.
“So it’s called ‘Dragon Soaring Skies’!” the elder murmured thoughtfully. “Indeed, only such a name could befit that move!”
“Old Mr Chapman, why do you ask?” Bob inquired from the side.
Everyone, including Billy, was slightly surprised.
“You’ve heard about the battle between Sky City and Holy Heaven Sect a hundred years ago, right?” the phantom elder asked.
“Mr Craft told us about it recently,” Bob nodded.
“Then you should also know that a mysterious expert helped Sky City during that crisis,” the elder continued, a look of reverence in his eyes.
“Old Mr Chapman, are you saying that this mysterious expert also used ‘Dragon Soaring Skies’?” Azure Dragon asked.
“While I don’t know if it was exactly ‘Dragon Soaring Skies,’ the technique was at least seventy to eighty percent similar,” the elder reminisced about a century ago.
“Really?” Stout and Judge exclaimed simultaneously.
“The only difference was that the nine dragons summoned by that expert emitted a golden glow,” the elder continued. “When Nine Dragons Unite formed the giant dragon, it seemed almost alive, roaring at the sky.”
“At that moment, the entire sky darkened as if it were night. All focus was on that golden dragon.”
“Holy Heaven Sect’s top ten experts were all at least in the early stage of Otherworldly Realm.”
“They combined their strongest attacks against that expert.”
“But before the golden dragon, their attacks were like fragile clay chickens. They shattered before even touching it!”
“With one move-just one move-ten Otherworldly Realm experts were obliterated!”
“And that expert probably used only sixty to seventy percent of his power!”
Billy and everyone else were stunned into silence for a moment.
“Boss…” After a while, Stout swallowed hard and looked at Billy. “Could that expert be the Ravenwood family’s patriarch from a thousand years ago?”