LOGINOn the screen, the young man’s youthful face froze for a moment, then he snorted arrogantly. Behind him was a large study, enough to show his family’s wealth.
**[User_8: Wow... he's so handsome and fair!]**
**[User_10: Young master, look at me!!]**
Amelia recognized the face in the camera and spoke calmly, “You’re the third son of the Hart family? Sam Hart?”
**[Happy Life: Doesn’t seem like the host is too
At that time, his whole body had felt warm, with a wild yet exhilarating force surging through him.After that...Everything that came after seemed to have been shrouded by a thick layer of fog; no matter how hard he tried, he could not recall it.He did not remember why he had fainted, did not remember Mystic Vale, did not remember the Power of Chaos running rampant, and certainly did not remember the entire process of how Carl, in order to save him, had depleted his own primordial source of the heavens to reconstruct his soul shield and suppress and seal the primordial source of Chaos.In his small, simple mind, everything had completely gone blank, leaving only emptiness.The only things that remained clear were the image of his boss, the indescribable feeling lingering around Carl, and... the hollow sensation of hunger rising from his stomach.Yes, he had been hungry.Elijah blankly touched his stomach, his movements clumsy yet ad
He had even lost the courage to lift his head and look in the direction where Carl had departed.Mystic Vale struggled to crawl up from the ground, his legs still weak and trembling. He did not even dare to glance again at the Mystic Mountains. Only a single thought remained in his mind—run. Run immediately. Never again set foot in this accursed place that had shattered his soul essence.Seeing this, the subordinates who had narrowly escaped death felt as though they had been granted amnesty. They scrambled to their feet, stumbling and crawling, not bothering to retrieve their scattered weapons, not bothering to soothe their collapsing soul essence. They followed behind Mystic Vale, fleeing in panic like homeless dogs.The dense mass of people fled without direction, stumbling and falling along the way. Demon Energy scattered, malevolent energy dissipated entirely, and their former arrogance vanished without a trace, leaving only fear and disarray.
The soul essence felt as if it had been viciously clenched by an invisible giant hand; even breathing became stalled and labored, an image of extreme agony.Not far away, Mystic Vale's heart suddenly pounded wildly. Terror surged through his chest like a raging tide, nearly drowning his reason completely.Yet the greed that had long lain dormant deep in his eyes, his obsession with the treasure within Elijah's body, and the scene he had just witnessed of Carl only evading without attacking, all seized his retreating steps and dragged them back.He weighed everything frantically, repeatedly deducing possibilities in his mind.Carl had been entangled with the berserk Elijah for a long time just now, yet from beginning to end he had only evaded and never truly launched an attack, not even revealing a trace of a killing move from the heavens.In Mystic Vale's view, this was by no means due to insufficient strength. Rather, Carl must have had some unkno
The out-of-control Elijah seemed to fall into a brief haze. He needed an outlet, needed destruction, needed an opponent to appear so that he could release everything within him.At that moment, Elijah's gaze paused slightly, then slowly lifted. Those eyes, one like mist and the other like an abyss, empty of all reason, locked straight onto the figure that had long been standing at the edge of the stone platform.The closest person to him, the one with the clearest aura and the strongest sense of presence, was Carl.Carl still stood quietly with his hands behind his back, clad in a spotless black suit. His posture was detached and upright, like an eternal supreme deity overlooking this shattered world.Howling winds carried Chaos Mist and soul-devouring energy as they swept past, lifting his dark hair and stirring his clothes, yet they could never shake him in the slightest.Beneath his feet, a faint golden glow appeared and vanished like a slumberi
One had lived for thousands of years, vicious and cunning, bearing endless ferocious power, fighting without rest or death.Chaos Mist and Soul-devouring Energy had intertwined, collided, annihilated, and been reborn in madness atop the stone platform.Every collision of fists and feet shattered space and sent the earth sinking.Every clash of auras made the Three Realms tremble and the heavens thunder.Seal runes had exploded one after another, resentment from the Mystic Mountains surged skyward, winds and clouds changed color above the Ninefold Heaven, and ghosts wailed beneath the Nine Nether Hells.The battle that had once been deadlocked completely spiraled out of control.Raven and the three magical puppets were still locked in relentless slaughter in midair, golden light and malevolent energy scattering in all directions.At the center of the stone platform, Elijah and Mystic Vale were locked in a fight to the death, the heaven
At the corners of Mystic Vale's aged lips, that icy and frenzied smile grew ever deeper. He slowly stepped forward, the malevolent energy around him pausing for an instant. His voice sounded hoarse, like bones being ground together, carrying a unique depth and oppressive force as he spoke each word deliberately: "This was the second head-on collision."Carl's gaze remained indifferent as his eyes slowly swept across Mystic Vale's aged and sinister face. There was not the slightest ripple of emotion. His voice was cool yet calm, devoid of feeling, yet each word struck like thunder, crashing down upon Mystic Vale's body: "Mystic Vale, you should not have come."Those few simple words caused the malevolent energy around Mystic Vale to abruptly contract.He threw back his head and let out a low, grating laugh, the sound shaking the entire Mystic Mountains until they trembled violently. His white hair danced wildly, his aged eyes opened wide, and within those pitch-b
If it wasn't sent electronically, there wouldn't be any trace.And nobody would notice her letter.She even wrote herself as the recipient.There were two meanings here. She suspected the inside wasn't totally clean.And also, the impact of this thing was so big and deep, it was hard to ignore."Ba
The person's expression didn't change at all when he heard that. His finger was already pulling the trigger. At that critical moment, Amelia leaned down and threw three silver needles, which stuck firmly in his wrist. Because of the pain, he dropped the gun.At that moment, Amelia stood up. She not
"I heard Master Cloudwalker say, cultivators should never take on other people's karmic burdens." As Carl spoke, his breath fell right by her lips. "You'll get backlash from the heavens. You haven't come to me for good fortune lately, and your dark circles have gotten a lot worse."Carl said in a f
Director Compton was shaking badly, but the fact that they cared so much about the hospital's blueprints already showed something was wrong. Director Compton took a breath and replied, "This is really what the leaders need. It's right here in the hospital. If you don't believe me, you can come with







