Chapter 133

The sheer speed and force left nothing but destruction in Timothy's wake. Behind him, the remaining Norgon fighters were engulfed in a tidal wave of darkness, disappearing one by one in a mist of blood.

No one knew how much time had passed, but eventually, the rain stopped.

A flicker of light cut through the night as Timothy lit a cigarette, exhaling a puff of smoke in satisfaction. He glanced down at his bloodstained clothes and frowned slightly. "I should've taken off my clothes before the fight."

He looked across at the scarred man, who was frozen in fear, his whole body trembling as he stared at the corpses of his comrades.

"W-who are you?" the man stammered, his voice quivering.

Timothy took another drag from his cigarette, blowing out a cloud of smoke. "Who's backing Norgon? Speak."

"I-I'll tell you! Just don't kill me!" the man pleaded.

"You talk first," Timothy replied with a sinister smile.

Swallowing hard, the scarred man stammered, "It's Helmshade!"

Timothy's brows