Chapter 2851: I’m Short on Materials—Could You Sponsor Me?

Carson Flores’ face suddenly changed; wasn’t this mist the thin fog of the Mist World he had entered in the Red River Mountains?

And this bell sound, wasn’t it the sound previously emitted by the Green Ancient Bell floating above the altar?

Carson Flores only felt his vision blur, and the entire world instantly lost its color, transforming into black and white.

Familiar thin mist filled the air, and the bright sun in the sky also vanished, rendering the whole world silent.

Mist World!

They were trapped in the Mist World again!

Carson Flores had experienced this once before, so he knew well that even if the world in front of him resembled the previous valley, he and the others were not in the same space as Profound White Valley.

Unless they could break the space, escaping was impossible.

"Be careful!"

Carson Flores shouted a low warning, grabbed Kaelithra Nixon’s wrist, turned backward, and stood behind Jorren Jaramillo and Grayan Darlington.

If the sky falls, those taller should bear it first; it wasn’t his turn to act.

Better to understand the situation first.

Jorren Jaramillo and Grayan Darlington reacted quickly, with a strong Golden Light suddenly bursting from their bodies, forming a golden shield that enveloped the group. At the same time, their life-bound magic treasures flew out from their brows, hovering in front of them.

Moreover, as they released several magical treasures, all top-level defensive spiritual treasures emerged.

Each of these treasures was something people would scramble for, but for Jorren Jaramillo and Grayan Darlington, they flew out as if they were free.

The surroundings of the four were instantly filled with the brilliance of various magical treasures, layer upon layer, protecting them firmly and thoroughly.

The fact that someone could appear silently near the four and directly plot against them without any of them detecting it spoke volumes, so it was no wonder Jorren Jaramillo and Grayan Darlington instantly assumed a defensive posture."

"Who!"

Jorren Jaramillo shouted in a low voice, his voice sounding like a thunderclap, echoing through the space, spreading far and wide like rolling thunder.

The thin mist churned, and a Black Robed Man slowly emerged from the void, hovering opposite them.

"Sect Master Jaramillo, Peak Master Darlington, I’ve long heard of the reputation of both Grandmasters of artifact refining; now I finally meet you."

The Black Robed Man’s accent was obscure and awkward, sounding extremely strange.

Kaelithra Nixon looked at the mysterious figure opposite, his eyes suddenly widening; wasn’t this the Black Robed Man Carson Flores had described?

How did they appear in Profound White Valley and target us?

Did they follow Carson Flores here?

No, his eyes were fixed on Jorren Jaramillo and Grayan Darlington, not even glancing at Carson Flores and me; clearly, in his eyes, we were insignificant.

He’s targeting Jorren Jaramillo and Grayan Darlington; we’re just collateral damage!

Jorren Jaramillo said gravely, "Who are you, playing tricks? Why don’t you dare show your true face?"

The Black Robed Man replied sternly, "Not showing my face naturally has its reasons; if you saw my true face, I would have to kill you."

Grayan Darlington snorted coldly, "Such big talk; do you think you can just kill us as you wish?"

The Black Robed Man laughed, "Indeed, I can kill as I wish. Although both of you are Peak Great Land True Immortals and Master Refiners, possessing many good magical treasures and strong combat power, you’re still not my match."

Jorren Jaramillo’s gaze was like lightning, as if attempting to see through the hood of the Black Robed Man, to behold his true face.

"Judging by your tone, we seem not to know each other. What’s your purpose in trapping us, killing us?"

"Definitely not."

The Black Robed Man’s voice was calm, "If I only wanted you both dead, I wouldn’t have bothered with such difficulties, just directly killed you. Why waste time having a chat with you?"

Grayan Darlington laughed coldly, "In that case, be frank. Don’t tell us all this effort was just to have us old guys refine some magical treasure for you?"

This guess made by Grayan Darlington still seemed reasonable; this person simultaneously trapped Jorren Jaramillo and Grayan Darlington, and from his tone, he wasn’t an enemy. Though they were Peak Great Land True Immortals, there were many Peak Great Lands in the world; why specifically target them?

Master Refiner—that was their shared identity and their advantage compared to other Peak Great Lands. If the other side’s background made it impossible to seek their help in refining, he might resort to extreme measures to achieve his goal.

The Black Robed Man laughed, "Not exactly, just hoping you can help with a small favor."

Jorren Jaramillo sneered, "Speak directly, don’t beat around the bush."

The Black Robed Man nodded, "Fine, I’ll be straightforward; lately, I’m missing some refining materials, and the time is pressing, so I don’t have the leisure to gather them bit by bit. That’s why I seek your help..."