Chapter 983 Thousand Of Miles Away
Jared maxed out the power of his Focus Technique to fight back, yet the golden elixir and draconic essence in his body surprisingly cracked under the immense pressure.
At this rate, Jared’s life would end once the golden elixir was destroyed. Even if he miraculously survived, he would be permanently impaired.
Crack!
A loud crack later, more scales on Jared’s body snapped, and blood seeped from his skin.
Gradually, the golden scales on Jared’s body cracked and yielded, revealing fresh, bleeding wounds underneath.
Jared’s eyes turned bloodshot from the effort of holding the immense pressure at bay, which threatened to flatten him into a paste.
Despite the struggles, he continued to advance slowly. He was thankful to even move several centimeters closer to the tomb, given that turning back was no longer an option. He would even crawl if that was what it took to make it inside the tomb.
In the blink of an eye, the overwhelming pressure sent Jared sprawling across the ground. The hard iolite surface shattered upon impact.
He used every ounce of strength in his limbs to crawl toward the tomb.
He gnashed his teeth so hard that they were on the verge of cracking.
The golden rays enveloping his body began to dim.
At the same time, the scales covering his body slowly disappeared, exposing Jared’s body to the murderous intent.
Every wave felt like a sharp sword slashing across his body, leaving behind bloody wounds.
Jared gritted his teeth and inched forward, blood trailing behind him.
He was almost at the doorway, yet the distance seemed insurmountable.
Jared stretched his hand out. He felt as though he had touched the doorway and the barrier of the arcane array. Once he crossed that line, he would be inside the tomb.
Wounded and exhausted, Jared could no longer take another step forward. Instead, he focused on moving his finger across the barrier.
The pressure suffocating him instantly disappeared when Jared’s finger crossed the barrier of the arcane array, as did the murderous intent.
The sudden pressure loss caused Jared to cough up a mouthful of blood.
He could now see clearly into the tomb. On the other hand, Colin and the others finally saw Jared’s figure.
Jared lay in a bloody heap on the ground a dozen meters away from them. It was a gruesome and bone-chilling sight.
Colin called out, “Jared!”
He rushed forward with his men in tow. It was a short distance for them to cover, yet Jared had almost lost his life earlier.
Colin quickly helped a battered Jared to his feet.
Howard also approached them and asked, “Are you badly injured, Jared?” He was visibly impressed.
Jared was severely weakened from the fight but not in life-threatening danger. He mustered a smile before shaking his head in response to Howard’s question.
Meanwhile, Edgar led his men and charged right into the tomb. A painting hung on a wall in the room, depicting a mountain bordering a river, where a shepherdess stood on its slope. The drawing was so realistic that the figure looked like a real human.
A few words were scrawled on the left side of the painting: Thousands of Miles Away. Other than that, the tomb held nothing else.
“Is this the magical item?”
Edgar reached out to retrieve the painting, only to be stopped by Godrick, who cautioned, “Be careful, Mr. Edgar! There might be a trap!”
His warning immediately caused Edgar to retract his hand. Having experienced other traps in the ancient tomb before, he elected to err on the side of caution.
Meanwhile, Colin supported Jared into the tomb. Jared was stunned when he laid his eyes on Thousands of Miles Away.
