Chapter 2853: Gather Everything in Three Months, or Die!

The black staff sent Jorren Jaramillo and Grayan Darlington’s life-bound magic treasures flying, then heavily fell down, landing on the light of those protective spiritual treasures.

"Bang!"

The massive impact shook the entire space, as if the Mist World was experiencing a comet collision, dust and smoke billowing, as though the entire world had shattered.

The light of the protective spiritual treasures instantly dimmed, and even the surfaces of the outermost spiritual treasures began showing tiny cracks. But, even so, they managed to withstand the blow of the black staff.

The black staff flew back up, hovering in front of the Black Robed Man.

The Black Robed Man did not continue the attack, instead calmly asking, "Was that strike enough?"

Jorren Jaramillo and Grayan Darlington’s faces were pale, unable to hide their shock.

The opponent’s strength was too powerful!

A person like this surely wasn’t a nobody, yet involved in such kidnapping and extortion, what was he thinking?

Taking a deep breath, Jorren wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and replied, "Enough to prove your point, what materials do you want, let’s hear it?"

The Black Robed Man was clearly prepared, with a shake of his hand, a list flew out, landing in front of Jorren.

"That’s all the items. You two divide them up; as long as you gather these, and help me craft a few trinkets, you can leave safely."

Jorren unfolded the list, Grayan also leaned over, glanced at it, and slightly frowned.

Honestly, the amount of materials the Black Robed Man wanted wasn’t very large; there were even some items of low value, but there were also rare and expensive items.

If an individual were to collect these materials, who knows how long it would take, but with the resources of the Star River Sect and Skyfire Sect, it wouldn’t be difficult to gather them. Perhaps that’s why the Black Robed Man chose them.

After reading, Jorren raised his head and said, "Although valuable, our two sects can certainly gather them, however, there are some materials even our sects might not have, gathering them will take some time..."

The Black Robed Man nodded and said, "Three months, I give you only three months. Gather everything within three months, you live. Exceed three months, sorry, I’ll have to kill you."

Three months?

Jorren and Grayan exchanged a glance, slightly nodding.

Though far from both sects, using the teleportation array can greatly reduce the time, it’s more than enough.

Jorren wasn’t being truthful; collecting these materials wouldn’t take three months, he said that intentionally to get more time.

Regardless of himself, or within the sect, he wanted to see if a way to escape could be found during this time; if not, then they’d truly have to consider bribing their way out.

The Black Robed Man nodded, "You two discuss, divide the list, record a video, give a token. I’ll send someone to your sects to collect, I urge you not to play tricks, otherwise, regardless of the result, you certainly won’t survive, you can’t withstand a second strike."

Jorren replied, "You have great skill, we admit defeat; while these materials are precious, our two sects can afford them, just hope you keep your word."

The Black Robed Man calmly said, "I didn’t know you before; this time, I sought you out purely for materials. As long as I get them and you help craft the items I want, I’ll leave, after all, your lives hold no value to me."

Jorren pressed further, "Why don’t you swear?"

The Black Robed Man’s voice turned colder, "Your lives are in my hands, don’t force me to kill you now."

Seeing he couldn’t persuade the man to swear, Jorren had no choice but to agree, "Alright, we’ll divide it first."

Jorren and Grayan sorted and discussed the list, then divided it into two parts.

Some items were difficult for one sect to gather, but both sects combined, they could mostly manage it; even if something was missing, with time, they’d certainly collect enough.

They handed the divided lists to the Black Robed Man, each recording a video, hurrying to prepare the materials, handing them to the token holder, not daring any tricks under the Black Robed Man’s watch.

The Black Robed Man stared like a ghost, actually not worried they’d be trapped, as long as they didn’t reveal his location.

Moreover, now they had a chance to survive, they likely wouldn’t risk it; even if someone came to rescue them, he could swiftly kill them before calmly retreating, having already suffered a strike, they surely understood this.

The Black Robed Man gathered everything, calmly saying, "Stay here peacefully, don’t play tricks, or I’ll kill you."