Even though he was exhausted, Ox’s heart was bursting with vigor at this moment. Such miraculous potions, such incredible cultivation techniques, he was full of hope for his future.
Dolan, who had flown past on the branches, squeezed his dry fingers and also noticed the changes in Ox. After a moment’s hesitation, he struck directly.
The emaciated body instantly chased down the sprinting Ox below. Ox’s body twisted, but three figures simultaneously appeared all around him.
Their positioning and attack moves were completely different.
"When did the Federation’s spies become so arrogant, really thinking they can run rampant in the kingdom’s interior?"
Dolan still maintained his usual elegance, but his movements were incredibly fast. He didn’t use Soul Shock directly because he wanted to capture the enemy alive and extract more information.
Four figures, four actions, seemed to form an unknown blockade.
Under his attack, Transcendents below the Second Tier could not even unleash the power within their souls.
But in the next moment, something happened that shocked Dolan immensely.
There was no soul aura, but a terrifying power surged from the frail body, a pair of black daggers jumped into his hands, and as their figures crossed, a terrible chill came from his neck.
Only a second later, blood splattered, and Dolan covered his slashed neck.
Three seconds later, the wound on his neck healed completely. He didn’t continue the pursuit, and his pupils seemed to dissolve, forming a terrifying vortex, then he pointed towards the fleeting figure in the distance.
Dolan’s Soul Power easily broke through Ox’s defenses, rampaging straight to the depths of his soul, but suddenly, splendid sword light covered all his senses.
A roar echoed in his mind, and when Dolan snapped back to reality, he found himself standing dumbfounded, with the surrounding area flattened as if by a terrible shock.
The figure of the Federation spy was long gone, and soon urgent footsteps came from behind, and a pale Transcendent appeared before him.
Dolan’s heart sank suddenly.
"Young Master Havier... is dead!"
The always calm old man roared angrily.
Returning to the manor as fast as possible, opening the door, Dolan saw Havier crouched with his limbs against the ground, his body arched up.
A tangle of chaos surrounded Havier, a Thorn Tree as thick as an arm protruded from his oral cavity down into his abdomen, covering his pale face with grotesque blood vessels, and his eyes wide open with deep despair and fear.
His abdomen was split open, exposing tree roots mixed with filthy earth and countless broken tableware pieces.
Havier was dead, in an unbelievably humiliating way.
"Who, who killed him?!"
"It was himself." Someone whispered.
"He killed the obstructing servants, then weeping, devoured everything."
Dolan’s face changed dramatically.
Meanwhile, on the journey to the border, Roger had already shifted his thoughts to other matters.
Looking at the naked Emily, he helplessly rubbed his forehead.
"Who sent you here? Put on some clothes."
Alright, seeing the expression on the girl’s face, Roger almost didn’t need to guess to know that it was his conniving sister’s handiwork again.
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