Chapter 1952

Though possessing the strength of an Ultimate Immortal Realm expert, Weylin found himself incapable of using it. What appeared to be a gentle palm strike from Perseus crushed Weylin's chest inward. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, leaving his already gaunt face deathly pale. He staggered and barely managed to stay on his feet, his hunched back appearing even more pronounced. Javier simply watched, saying nothing. He was biding his time. Perseus' presence had thrown a wrench into his plans. He might have dismissed Perseus, and he might have believed in the might of the phago-ectoplasm, but he knew better than to underestimate anyone from the Caitford family. Perseus was still so young, yet he had already ascended to the ninth floor of the Astral Tower. Javier, who had yearned for that very feat, only managed to reach the seventh floor. How could Perseus, a mere youth, have succeeded where he had failed? He couldn't help but wonder if it was nothing more than just a stroke of luck.