The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

”How many Superior Grade Great Land Supreme Immortals can your Formation handle at once?”

Samir Coffey had a hint of excitement in his expression. It was only the first day, and they had already obtained eight tags!

Carson Flores and Niall Sinclair entered the killing game to help him; they didn’t care about the rewards, which meant these eight tags all counted as his achievements.

It seemed that after this killing game, he could earn the qualification to practice the Sand Dragon Illusion God Technique.

This kid Carson is truly formidable!

Thinking back to the first time he met Carson in Harmony Hollow, Carson had almost no power, no inheritance, no background, yet he had reached this level.

He truly had a destiny with Immortality!

Samir admired Carson greatly, and since he owed him a great favor for ascending to become an Immortal earlier, he was willing to use another body to return Carson’s father to him.

This could also be considered forming a good bond. After all, given Carson’s current strength, if he set his mind to deal with Samir, Samir might not be able to resist him.

Although he could stubbornly refuse, Carson could still capture him and detain him indefinitely, which would be mutually destructive with no benefit to either.

Carson pondered and answered, ”If it’s purely about strength, as long as I’m within the Formation to restrain them, perhaps I could trap ten or eight of them without much issue, but whether they can be detained depends on their Divine Skills or magical treasures.”

Samir nodded, ”That’s already quite good. Although disciples of the Great Sects will join forces, initially they’ll still act mainly on behalf of their Sect, so the numbers won’t be too many. With the Eight Desolation Fire Spirit Formation, we can cope.”

Carson laughed, ”We’ll see how it goes. If it doesn’t work out, we’ll find a team to join, getting by little by little. Ultimately, we just need to safely make it to the end.”

As night fell, Carson and the others didn’t encounter any prey.

”We’ve fought several battles today; let’s rest well and fight again tomorrow.”

Carson summoned the Ethereal Pagoda and took the three of them inside.

It was Samir’s first time witnessing the Ethereal Pagoda’s mystical nature and was shocked, as the Tower World inside was beyond his expectations. ”Is this the legendary Ghost Tower?”

Carson nodded, ”Yes, it was only thanks to it that we could suppress the Immortal Realm beings chasing Alfred Weaver from the Lower Realm, and with their help, we managed to slip through and return to the Immortal Realm; otherwise, the Barbaric Wilderness Realm might never have ascended.”

Samir marveled, ”So it’s probably even more powerful than the Emperor Seal, right? By the way, I’ve never seen you use the Emperor Seal; was it eliminated?”

Carson explained, ”The Emperor Seal has considerable power, but it’s somewhat inferior against Great Land Immortals. However, the Emperor Seal’s unique power against Primordial Spirits can occasionally be useful.”

Samir sighed, ”So you obtained the Ghost Tower, and then soared to the skies?”

Carson chuckled, ”Its attack power isn’t great, but its defensive power is strong, and within the tower is a self-contained world that can block any perception and tracking. Without it, I might have died long ago.”

The three each took some elixirs and sat down to recuperate.

As three rested, a formidable group of at least twenty Barbarians flew overhead, sweeping their Divine Senses like nets over every inch of the ground.

The Ethereal Pagoda stood quietly in the woods like a lifeless stone, with the Divine Senses sweeping past it without any reaction.

In the group, Vaelor Boyd, who had previously fled from Carson and the others, was frantically probing with his Divine Sense, his face hard and eyes carrying a hint of madness.

His earlier assembled team intended to scour thoroughly and capture any escapees, but they fell into a trap set by three Illusory Snake Sect disciples, nearly getting burned to ashes; even now, the thought of it filled him with dread!

Just a bit closer, and he would have died!

Thinking about Carson, who seemed like a Demon God in flames, Vaelor felt a shadow cast over his heart, which would pose a great threat to his future cultivation.

Heart Demon!

The best way to eradicate that heart shadow is to kill him!

As long as he is dead, all those terrifying memories will vanish into thin air.

Even if you’re like a Demon God in flames, can’t you still be killed by me?

Vaelor was relatively lucky; after escaping, he quickly came across a gathering Barbarian Tribe, which was one of the strongest tribes.

He joined them and recounted his experience, asserting that these people are surely a troublesome opponent for the Barbarians in this killing game, and if they aren’t eradicated early, they will cause significant harm to the Barbarians.

Vaelor led the large group back with force, patrolling the central area like plowing a field, searching for Carson’s group.

Yet Carson and the others seemed to have vanished without a trace.

Vaelor gazed into the endless night, silently gritting his teeth.