As soon as Simeon shouted, the communication pendant in his hand burst into countless specks of light and dispersed into the air. Then, these lights quickly coalesced into a phantom figure in midair.
The figure appeared to be a short man clad in black robes who looked around to be fifty years old with dark demonic energy swirling around him.
Severin remarked with surprise, "A supreme paragon protective charm?"
He had thought Simeon had merely infiltrated the Darkness Scared Land, but it turned out he had also obtained the tutelage of a level eight supreme paragon.
'So what if he used a supreme paragon protective charm? I doubt the phantom would dare to stand in my way,' thought Severin, who remained undaunted.
However, the instant the phantom appeared, the spiritual energy in the surroundings surged rapidly. The majestic aura of the supreme paragon soared into the sky, causing Raymond, Spencer, and other Grandiuno Sect disciples nearby to gasp in shock.
"A supreme paragon phantom!"
"One must possess an attainment of at least level five supreme paragon to be able to create a supreme paragon talisman!"
"This is bad! Not only did Simeon join the Darkness Sacred Land, but he also had a powerful supreme paragon as his master!"
"Damn it!" Raymond's face turned livid as he cursed vehemently.
Spencer, gripping the tiger-headed golden spear, glared angrily at Simeon.
Celeste tightly grasped her glowing colorful ribbon and frowned while her eyes contracted with solemnity.
In just a year, Simeon reached unimaginable heights in his attainment and became the favorite disciple of Old Devil Mohsin, who bestowed upon him the protective charm.
Simeon would never have resorted to using his life-saving trump card if it were not for Severin's arrival that resulted in Sana's death.
As expected, the nearby disciples of the Grandiuno Sect glared at Simeon indignantly and fumed with anger when they heard what he said.
After all, he had used a level eight supreme paragon protective charm. Even though he was just a phantom, he was still not someone the disciples could win against.
Oskar, who had taken some alchemical pills which barely helped with his injuries, said solemnly to Severin, "Severin, now that the crisis has been resolved, maybe we should just let Simeon go. This supreme paragon phantom is too strong. I'm afraid that his true form will come after us if we hurt—"
Severin quickly waved his hand to interrupt Oskar. If it were someone else, they might have listened to Oskar's advice.
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