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The lush valley that once teemed with vegetation had been transformed into ruins, everywhere marred by craters that spanned ten to twenty meters and riddled with massive cracks.

At this moment, a creature towering over ten meters tall, with a body length of over fifty meters including its tail, stood upright like a real Eight-Tailed Heavenly Fox, with the energy of the heavens and earth converging around it, its aura overwhelming and all-encompassing.

In comparison to Vernon Lowe’s True Martial Shadow when it had just achieved a breakthrough, Hannah Gail’s True Martial Shadow at the Late Seventh Layer was even more terrifying.

Its formidable presence was almost equivalent to that of a true Level 7 late-stage Giant Beast.

In front of the giant shadow, Hannah Gail stood quietly, radiating white light, which stirred the energy of the heavens and earth to resonate with the behemoth behind him, their breathing causing tremors through heaven and earth.

Moreover, this giant shadow merged with his own aura, making every move he made seem as if two Late Seventh Layer forces were combined.

This was the terrifying aspect of human cultivators who had reached the high-order stages, far stronger than the typical Level 7 Colossi.

Of course, as a Descendant of the King, Hannah Gail’s strength was stronger than others of the same level, because an ordinary Seventh Layer True Martial Shadow wouldn’t have been this powerful.

Hannah Gail said slowly, “I apologize, Brother Clark, for not holding back enough just now.”

During the fierce battle moments ago, the seals he had carelessly set up had shattered, and he couldn’t help but use his Late Seventh Layer cultivation to slash out a sword attack.

In the midst of a crater tens of meters in diameter, Jack Clark stood two and a half meters tall, surrounded by rings of explosive energy, wielding a giant War Halberd and exuding an overbearing aura that suppressed heaven and earth.

Jack Clark said in a deep voice, “There’s no need for apologies, Mr. Gail. It’s perfectly normal to not hold back in a spar when it gets intense.”

As for whether it was genuinely an inability to hold back or a deliberate push to drive him to burst forth, only Hannah Gail knew for sure.

As he spoke, the burning blood qi around Jack Clark gradually extinguished, his imposing figure deflating like a leak had been sprung, and the battle armor adjusted itself with a series of crackles.

At the same time, his War Halberd also returned to its original length of 3.8 meters in a flash of golden light.

Regardless, this duel with Hannah Gail had helped him accumulate some combat experience against High-level cultivators, especially in their control over the energy of the heavens and earth.

With each gesture, their will stirred the energy of the heavens and earth, unleashing attacks that exceeded the strength of Sixth Layer by several, even ten times the norm, along with a sustained and inexhaustible combat power.

This was because for them, each strike consumed very little True Strength; most of it was amplified by the energy they drew from the heavens and earth.

Beyond that, Jack Clark now had a more accurate assessment of his own strength.

He could casually defeat Seventh Layer Middle-Stage Cultivators, and even grapple with those at the late period during a full strength outburst in his Godly Dragon Elephant State.

However, to rival, to defeat, and to kill were three different concepts, so he wasn’t powerful enough yet.

At that moment, Hannah Gail retracted his True Martial Shadow and, with the aura fading along with his battle armor, he transformed back into the stunningly handsome young man, refined and gentle as jade.

Looking at the overpowering Jack Clark, Hannah Gail exclaimed, “I didn’t expect Brother Clark to be stronger than I had imagined. 1 have lost this battle.”

As a Descendant of the King, he had been overwhelmed by Jack Clark when exerting his full strength at his level, which is why he couldn’t help but release a late-stage strike when his seal broke.

So in that respect, he had indeed lost.

“However, this makes me more confident in entrusting Miss Ward’s safety to you,” he added.

As a Descendant of the King and out of respect for the Mysterious Martial Sky King, Hannah Gail inherently favored Mathilda Ward, and he was somewhat angered by the recent events.

Though reason told him that cooperating with the Federation alongside Miss Ward could lead to an outcome everyone desired, he still felt a twinge of fury, being a Descendant of the King and able to empathize.

This was also a reason he wanted to test Jack Clark’s strength; there was no need to test Damon Lopes, the Innate Awakened One, as he was a monster no less than a king-level fighter.

But now, the anger in Hannah Gail’s heart began to dissipate.

A Sixth Layer Middle-Stage Cultivator, not an Innate Awakened One nor a Descendant of the King, and apparently not even having practiced combat Secret Book techniques, had the power to reverse eradicate someone at the middle stage of the seven heavens.

Even in his transformed state of superpower, he had only been suppressed and not injured by his late-stage strike, albeit a casual one.

Such talent was, in some ways, even more frightening than those of Descendants of the King or Innate Awakened Ones.

The Federation had indeed sent out such a formidable monster.

In such a scenario, losing one of the two of them would be no less tragic than the fall of a Half-step King.

At that point, Jack Clark’s splendid battle armor also cracked and split apart, being stored piece by piece in the Sumeru Bracelet.

As they spoke, the two men walked together, and Hannah Gail flipped his hand over, passing a black iron-like slab to Jack Clark: “Brother Clark, this contains the Space-Time Summoning Secret Skill of my family.”

Jack’s face lit up with a smile as he accepted the Mystical Disc.

Hadn’t he almost played all his trump cards to fight for this very secret method?

“This is a Mystical Disc refined from the scale armor of a Cloud Sea Behemoth, capable of containing top-level skills. It probably has three more chances for understanding after years of my usage,” Hannah Gail explained.

“There’s a limit to the number of times?” interjected Jack Clark, pausing.

Hannah Gail nodded, “Of course. Top-level skills involve rules, which common objects simply cannot hold.”

“And when we study and attempt to comprehend them, it consumes some of the Divine Soul Intent left on it, so a Top-level Skill typically dissipates after about ten comprehensions.”

Jack Clark said slowly, “…I did not expect it to involve the rules, a top-level secret method. My apologies for my presumptuousness.”

Were three chances not enough? Of course, they were more than enough, or rather, Jack had made a huge gain..