The Ruler of Dragon Island
The Helper
The sudden appearance of someone made both Baswan and Aron instantly focus their gaze on him.
At that moment, the black-clothed man threw out three pieces of talismans in an instant.
The three talismans instantly formed a zigzag pattern and landed under Baswan's feet.
“Formation Three Tribulations!”
The man in black clothes shouted loudly.
Bam!
A magic formation is activated!
Terrifying Yin flames, heavenly thunders and tornado winds filled the formation and instantly overwhelmed Baswan!
Aron was also slightly stunned, he had no idea who this black-clothed man who had suddenly appeared was.
Yet he knew the strength of the Three Tribulations Formation.
The Three Tribulations Formation was extremely powerful, yet it was not something that ordinary magicians could do, not even Aron could still pull off such a powerful formation right now!
Aron looked at the black-clothed man tightly, as if he wanted to find out who the black-clothed man was and why he was helping him.
But the black-clothed man did not glance at Aron at all, and stared intently at the changes occurring in the formation!
He knew that Baswan's strength was too strong and the Three Tribulations Formation might not be able to kill him!
Bam!
In that instant, a shining sword light streaked into the sky and the Three Tribulations Formation was surprisingly destroyed.
Baswan was freed from the magic formation and his face looked extremely pale, there was a bloodstain on the corner of his mouth and his eyes became dull!
It was clear that Baswan was seriously injured!
“Hm, I didn't expect you to have a helper..”.
Baswan looked at Aron and the black-clothed man, the look on his face looked very ugly : “I will remember this grudge, sooner or later I will come back to uproot your life.”.
Baswan said he jumped from the top of the mountain and took the Jaya family to leave.
He was already injured, if he had to face two people at once, he already had no chance of winning at all, so he could only leave!
Seeing Baswan leave, Bella and Aila lunged happily.
“Aron..”.
“Kak Aron's..”
The two men almost spoke their words in unison, looked down at Aron from top to bottom, and saw whether Aron was hurt or not.
However Aron did not answer Bella and Aila, instead he held the Dragon Sword and the tip of his sword pointed towards the black-clothed man.
“Who are you? Why are you helping me?”
Aron narrowed his eyes and looked at the black-clothed man sharply.
Judging from the aura of the man, his strength seemed not too strong but clearly his magic was extremely powerful, it was clear he was an extremely powerful sorcerer.
It was just that as he formed the Three Tribulations Formation, Aron felt the fluctuations of spiritual power from the black-clothed man!
Only Immortal Cultivators had fluctuations in spiritual power, then this man was also an Immortal Cultivator?
But even though this dressed man had saved her, Aron still did not let down his guard!
The black-clothed man saw Aron draw a sword at him chuckling: “This is how you treat the man who saved you?”
“Who are you really? Why are you in the middle of our forest?”
Right now Bella also asked the black-clothed man.
“I am not a bad person, if I am a bad person is it possible for me to intervene to save you? I just happened to pass by..”.
The man in black clothes said lightly.
But Aron did not believe in his words at all, by chance passing by, where there was such a coincidence.
“Who are you really? Disguise, do not dare to show your true face, surely you are hiding something.”.
Aron asked the black-clothed man again.
The black-clothed man looked at Aron and narrowed his eyes : “There are some things that can't be said in public, I'm sure you understand that, so if you want to know who I am, better get everyone to go then we talk again!”
Aron looked at the black-clothed man, and became increasingly convinced that the black-clothed man was an Immortal Cultivator, then said to Bella : “Nona Bella, you'd better bring Aila back to the palace first, I'll be back quickly!”
Bella looked at Aron then nodded and brought Aila down the mountain.
“Already, now you can tell me who you are, right? Are you an Immortal Cultivator?”
Aron asked the black-clothed man.
“True..”
The black-clothed man nodded lightly, then removed the black-colored headgear covering his head.