Chapter 1111

For the first time, Skylar started doubting the talismanic art his father had taught him. So, were all the elaborate rituals actually necessary? While Skylar was struggling in self-doubt, Alaric was setting up an array somewhere deep in the mountains of a remote village in another city. Suddenly, he felt a metallic tang rising in his throat. He reacted swiftly by slapping a talisman onto his chest to suppress the sensation. He knew that if he spat out the blood, it'd cost him at least ten years of cultivation. He wondered who was messing with him again. But before he could ponder on his, he noticed his skin shriveling and wrinkling to take on a ghastly black hue that began creeping up his arm. Alaric's eyes widened at the sight. That was his stolen lifespan! Without hesitation, he summoned the black smoke to wrap around his arm. The black smoke promptly absorbed the backlash affecting his body. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the tainted black smoke surging toward a woman hud