The Legend of Innate Mage - Chapter 1365 The Arrival Of A Demi-saint

A sudden hush descended upon the area. Needless to say, Ricky’s performance had shocked everyone.

Just now, he had used an offensive skill that absorbed his opponents’ lifespan and added it to his own.

They had never heard of such a skill, let alone seen it used by anyone before.

Perhaps, some of them had heard of it, but only when it had been used for evil means. They all felt like this was the first time someone had applied such an exceptional skill for aboveboard reasons. There was no trace of evil on Ricky at all.

Those who saw what had happened couldn’t help but feel intimidated by Ricky. As for the devils, they were terrified.

‘It seems that I will never be able to overtake him.’ As Peter gazed at Ricky’s towering facade, a confusing mix of feelings pulled at his heartstrings. Of course, he was happy about his friend’s success, but he also felt slightly frustrated at the same time.

“This isn’t surprising at all, Peter, since he was once an incredible demi-spiritual emperor.” Claire must have noticed Peter’s discouragement, so she tried to comfort him through telepathy. “Incredible demi-spiritual emperors are exceedingly rare, and several eras could pass with only one in existence.”

“I understand.” Peter sighed.

In fact, he had already decided not to fight Ricky, even before Claire said all these things to him.

It would be st

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evil tribe left, the young man turned to Ricky with an eyebrow raised and said, “You are nobody special; only one of the many warriors of the continent. But despite your mediocrity, I noticed that you used an impressive Omnipotent Skill earlier. Now, tell me the cultivation method and spell. If you do, I will spare your life.”

‘Is this guy interested in the skill of Borrowing Life from Death?’ Ricky wondered, slightly surprised by the devil’s words.

“You are going to spare my life? Don’t make me laugh! I’m not stupid to believe a devil’s promises,” replied Ricky coldly. “I can pray to anyone, but I will never pray to the devil race.”

He firmly believed that only idiots would believe what a devil said.

Hearing Ricky’s words, the young man responded with much disdain, “You are just another brat from the continent who thinks too highly of himself. Do you think you can fight me? Well, think again!” After pausing for a moment, he continued, “I’ll take you to the Devil Land, where you will go through so much torture that you’ll wish you were dead! We’ll see how long you can hold on then. I’m sure that you’ll beg for your life and cry like the brat you are.”

After saying that, the devil condensed his blood-red evil spirit and shaped it into two enormous hands. One of them moved to grab Ricky, while the other one moved towards Mordechai and others.