Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 915 - 688 Departure_2

Chapter 915: Chapter 688 Departure_2

"She’s coming, it won’t be long!"

Sonia said gravely, and just as she spoke, the blood Amanda had previously exploded into the air began to coalesce into a perfect circular shape.

Immediately following this, flames ignited around them, and at the same time, an overwhelming force transmitted itself from the other side of the void.

Roger couldn’t mistake it—this was Jora’s power, someone who truly operated at the Fifth Tier!

At a time like this, Roger certainly couldn’t afford to sit idle. He lightly slapped Sonia’s lower back, "Quick, go! Get out of here!"

Before his words finished echoing, he had already stepped into the void and swung the Black Moon in his hand.

Roger, relying on the unique nature of his power, possessed the capability to contend with someone of the Fifth Tier, but that didn’t mean he himself was truly at the Fifth Tier.

Still, there was no time to ponder whether he could win or not. In the instant he grasped the Black Moon tightly, an inexplicable surge of confidence surged within him.

Before Roger even got close, Jora felt an intense discomfort. This sensation stemmed from the weapon in Roger’s hand.

The Intimidation towards the Dragonborn.

"Who are you?"

"What are you going to do to Dora?" Judging by various clues, this strange man didn’t seem to be one of Heyman’s entourage.

Furthermore, Jora remained suspicious about the shifts in Heyman during the latter stages of the battle.

If he wasn’t one of Heyman’s people, then who was he? And why was he trying to take Dora?

Although the peculiar Black Sword interfered with her senses somewhat, this level of impact wasn’t enough to make Jora abandon her purpose.

Additionally, the clash of auras between the two instantly revealed Roger’s level to her.

"A Fourth Tier with an unusual weapon?"

Jora sneered coldly. Her figure emerged from the blood-colored passageway, fully adopting a human form as she faced Roger.

"If you can’t hurt me, what use is your power, no matter how strong?"

Jora extended an arm, and Roger noticed that her entire hand was enveloped by a faint greenhalo.

Then, without adopting any defensive posture, Jora directly reached out to grab the Black Moon that was stabbing toward her.

"This woman..."

Clang!

The collision between the Black Moon and Jora’s palm emitted an eerie grinding sound. Roger noticed that his own power dissipated rapidly upon striking the green glow coating Jora’s body.

It felt as though it had been corroded and diminished.

"So, this is the true strength of the Fifth Tier?"

"A special defensive force field?"

Even though he had been prepared, Roger couldn’t help but feel a flicker of shock within his heart.

He recalled that Sonia had once mentioned to him, the vitality of the Fifth Tier wasn’t just manifested in extended lifespan—it represented an all-encompassing strength.

An invisible barrier.

Anything that failed to reach this level, no matter how powerful Fourth Tier forces might be—even power capable of destroying an entire planet—would be incapable of harming them.

In the collision of the two forces, there were mutual losses.

Yet the Fifth Tier suffered losses measured in ones, while the Fourth Tier had to pay tenfold or even a hundredfold.

Theoretically, the Fourth Tier could indeed harm or even kill those of the Fifth Tier, but the amount of energy required for such a feat would be terrifying.

So much so that many people instinctively dismissed it as impossible.

This special vitality field not only extended life and healed injuries—it was the very foundation that allowed Fifth Tier combatants to stand at the peak of the Transcendent.

However, while Roger felt astonishment, the surprise on Jora’s face was even more pronounced.

Normally, she only needed to release a small amount of vitality to withstand attacks from anyone below the Fourth Tier. But now, that peculiar Black Sword was like a vortex, invading her energy.

Although its power, compared to a true Fifth Tier, still lacked qualitative depth, it meant that the weapon in his hand could harm her.

If strong enough, it could even...

At that moment, without hesitation, Jora unleashed her power. Simultaneously, Roger detected the unique nature of the Black Moon.

Before he could fully prepare, the Black Moon in his hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling light.

Black moonlight instantly blanketed the sky above the two of them.

"This power..."

Roger’s heart stirred, and a lean, resolute figure from his memories flashed in his mind.

The man who struggled for over a century, only to ultimately fall to the hands of fate.

"I always knew—some individuals, even when their body, soul, and consciousness are obliterated, leave behind indomitable traces in the world."

Tensing his muscles, Roger followed a sensation from his memory, merging completely with the Black Moon in his hands.

Swoosh!

In one stroke, the sword light tore through the sky, the most extreme black fused into that single slash.

Jora was startled to discover that the defense she had structured with her vitality was instantly shattered, forcing her to retreat, shrinking back into the other end of the void’s portal.

Drawing a deep breath, Jora prepared for another assault, but suddenly, the surrounding space began collapsing inward, obliterating the temporary channel she had connected using her bloodline power.

"Whoever you are, whatever your objective."

"If you dare harm even a single strand of Dora’s hair, if she sheds even a drop of blood—I swear, the next time we meet, I will promise you the most excruciating death!"

As the spatial collapse intensified, Jora cast her piercing gaze at Roger.

In her haste and carelessness, she had missed her best opportunity, but given just a bit more time...

Yet what puzzled Jora was, as she issued her threats, the man across the shattered passage looked at her with an expression of surprise.

"Uh... though our positions differ, I must advise you—don’t just waste time delivering threats. You might want to pay more attention to your own back."

"My back?"

As the passageway fully disintegrated, Jora turned in confusion, her gaze settling upon Heyman’s anguished and twisted face.

"Finally found you!"

"So it was you—it was you who set up Geralt’s trap!"

"Good, very good!"

Whatever Heyman misunderstood, his gaze upon Jora was filled with utter hysteria over being toyed with.

Jora sneered coldly, though she didn’t understand what Heyman was referring to. She clearly had no intentions of explaining anything.

Confronted by this defeated opponent, Jora’s battle intent surged with fury that sought an outlet. But just as she was about to launch an attack, a black short spear materialized in the void.

Then, like lightning, it tore through Jora’s body!

"Ugh!"

She spat a mouthful of blood and staggered sideways, her gaze landing upon a figure cloaked entirely in black robes.

From the depths of the robes, a hand extended and firmly gripped the short spear that had shot forth.

"Is she the leader of those Rebels?"

"Heh."

"Kill her—no one can obstruct the will of the Dragon Court!"

Jora’s expression turned grim as vitality flooded her wounds, flesh surging to close the gaping hole in her torso. Yet, there was no trace of relief on her face.

Though the bodily damage had been repaired, an unseen rupture persisted.

Even more critically, her concealed domain felt like a deflating balloon, power leaking out at an alarming rate.

"What did you do?"

The only response to Jora’s question was a deep, echoing laugh.

"So dull."

Meanwhile, having forced Jora back with one blow of his sword and using the Alder Sword Seal’s power to destroy the unstable spatial channel.

After completing these actions, Roger moved quickly, chasing in the direction where Sonia had fled.

In the earlier chase, they had already created a significant distance from Jora, but Jora had used special spellcraft to activate the bloodline within Amanda and pinpoint their exact position.

Now, with that force nullified by Roger, the distance between them exceeded the range of normal perception. More importantly, Jora’s spell had overdrawn the connection tied to their shared bloodline.

For a period of time, she would not be able to pinpoint their exact location, granting Roger a precious window of opportunity.

While Sonia’s body remained unharmed, her consciousness had plunged into chaos. When Roger found them, Sonia only managed to utter a few words before sinking deeply into her subconsciousness.

In this state, Sonia’s body could respond to Roger’s commands and take action, but her core awareness had already gone dormant, leaving behind nothing but instinct.

Able only to mechanically obey, she couldn’t provide any constructive input.

The surroundings were desolate, and Roger once again laid down some barriers before traveling a significant distance and then gradually slowed his pace, heading toward a nearby city.

Finally catching a moment’s breath, besides evading any further pursuit and helping Sonia recover her strength, Roger now had the time to inspect the notice boards.

To understand the Hunter’s Cabin’s brand-new evolution.