บท 1412: Someone's Trap

The gap in strength between the two was immense!

Dariel Jaggers was merely at the early stage of being a holy master, while Remington Neal had reached the peak of being a holy master. 

There were even whispers that he had a chance of transcending to the holy master level, which was the cornerstone of his family's power—a figure akin to Mount Tanish, a true heavyweight in the Spirit Sea.

"Remington, hold on!" Dariel's voice echoed.

The spear was already in motion.

It pierced into his chest, driving straight to his heart and severing the flow of life within his body. 

For ordinary beings, such a strike would be fatal, but for holy masters, whose life source had already been transferred elsewhere, death was elusive. 

Their life force had already turned into a world seed, rendering them virtually immortal unless their consciousness was obliterated.