The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 1197 Stop hiding and make your move!

Chapter 1197: Chapter 1197 Stop hiding and make your move!

Cristopher Hopkins was seething with frustration, not yet resurrected and in her Primordial Spirit State, she had a hard time facing Maggie Fitzgerald.

Maggie Fitzgerald had gotten much stronger since those days!

Over ten thousand years, no one had been idle; the key was that although she too had gained insights and made progress, they could only be completely transformed into a boost in strength after her resurrection and another period of recovery. But now, she was definitely at a disadvantage.

With an existing disparity in strength and without any magical treasures, this was a fight she couldn’t cope with.

"Immortal, the sword!"

Carson Flores’s voice rang out from behind, and Cristopher Hopkins turned her head to see a sword flying toward her.

Cristopher Hopkins caught it in one hand; initially, she thought despite Carson’s good intentions, the cultivator’s magical treasure might not be effective for her use and could shatter upon collision.

However, as soon as the sword was in her hand, Cristopher Hopkins felt its uniqueness; Immortal Spiritual Force surged in, and the runes on the giant sword lit up one by one, emitting an immensely powerful aura.

These were runes that activated Immortal Spiritual Force!

An Immortal Artifact!

A magical treasure that could only be used by an Immortal possessing Immortal Spiritual Force!

How could Carson Flores have such a sword?

Cristopher Hopkins rejoiced, holding the sword her combat power dramatically increased. Even though she still was no match for Maggie Fitzgerald, it would undoubtedly reduce the gap between their strengths. After all, she had been unarmed and facing a magical treasure before; how could she not be at a disadvantage?

Maggie Fitzgerald’s eyes fell on the sword, slightly confused at first, then she angrily said, "Isn’t that Sean Tate’s Eight Desolations Dragon Suppression Sword? How did it end up in your hands?"

Sean Tate?

The major figure mentioned by the True Dragon Soul, their master?

Cristopher Hopkins softly said, "This sword belongs to Sean Tate? It seems you’ve been in collusion with him."

Maggie Fitzgerald angrily retorted, "This sword greatly enhances the Dragon Clan, but I’m not one of them. Even with it, you are still no match for me!"

Cristopher Hopkins coldly snorted, "One day, I will wipe out all of you rats in one fell swoop!"

Maggie Fitzgerald furiously said, "Someday? You don’t have a tomorrow; you’re going to die today!"

The Winter Thunder Ancient Zither sounded again, with lightning flashing between heaven and earth, and strike after strike aimed at Cristopher Hopkins, the invisible force devastating everything, relentlessly bombarding her.

Cristopher Hopkins swung the bright Eight Desolations Dragon Suppression Sword, shattering one fierce attack after another. It seemed as though the heavens and the earth were trembling.

Carson Flores retreated, then retreated some more.

The scene was too terrifying!

Behind Maggie Fitzgerald, the white-haired old man and the middle-aged man watched the battle from afar, their faces showing shock.

The suppressed Cristopher Hopkins had already found her head and body and could now fight on nearly equal terms with the incarnations of Immortals from the Lower Realm.

Fortunately, the two men had not directly gone to trouble Carson Flores; otherwise, they might have been easily crushed by Cristopher Hopkins Immortal standing hidden by Carson’s side.

Fortunately!

The two exchanged a glance, each seeing the near escape reflected in each other’s eyes.

"Wasn’t our master sure of winning? Once she captures Cristopher Hopkins and takes her back to the Immortal Realm, our mission in the Barbarian Wilderness Realm will be completely over, and we might have made a significant achievement, possibly even be taken directly back to the Immortal Realm."

"If only that could happen, we wouldn’t have to suffer in this Barbarian Wilderness anymore. I’ve had enough of these ten thousand years!"

"Let’s wait, and as for the Human Emperor, heh, without Cristopher Hopkins to support him, he can’t even defeat us; we’ll deal with him all at once."

While the two were whispering, there was a loud boom in the sky, and the entire earth trembled; the terrifying hundred miles around saw countless Demonic Beasts and birds fleeing as if it were the end of the world.

The light on Cristopher Hopkins’ Primordial Spirit had completely dimmed, and Maggie Fitzgerald’s silhouette had also dimmed considerably, but obviously, Maggie Fitzgerald still held a stable advantage.

"You’re out of moves, just surrender, don’t struggle. After all, in this piece of heaven and earth, who can intervene in our conflict, who has the strength to save you?"

Maggie Fitzgerald’s voice was filled with arrogance and dominance, "Even if you fight me to mutual destruction now, what then? You are much more wounded than I am. If you had been resurrected, you might have been able to fight me, but now, fractured and incomplete, how can you fight me?"

Cristopher Hopkins coldly said, "What makes you think I don’t have reinforcements?"

Maggie Fitzgerald casually said, "You have reinforcements? Call them out then. Maybe you secretly raised some Immortal Slaves, or perhaps the Great Witch of the Barbarian Wilderness? If you couldn’t defeat me yourself, how could they stand a chance using your power?"

Cristopher Hopkins sneered, pointing towards Carson Flores watching from a distance, "I don’t have reinforcements, but he does."

Maggie Fitzgerald glanced over Carson Flores, then burst out laughing exaggeratedly, "A Divinity Transformation Stage cultivator? Ha, are you joking with me? Come on, just call out his reinforcements. Let me see who they are, how powerful they could be!"

Cristopher Hopkins’s voice was clear, carrying far and wide, "Stop looking; since you’ve already made your choice, make your move."