Chapter 709 The Problems Of The Eighth Earth 5

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Chapter 709 The Problems Of The Eighth Earth 5

?In that critical moment of peril, Old Meg tapped into a power he had long suppressed. The strict edict of the demons forbidding magi and witches from summoning creatures from the Nether had been deeply ingrained in him, but desperation tore through those constraints.

His action was reflexive, a survival instinct from his days as a magi. Biting into his hand, his blood spilled forth, crimson against the night, and he began to chant.

The blood seemed to possess its own consciousness, swirling in intricate patterns on the ground in front of Jasper. She, clutching the statue of Saint Lenny Tales, entered a state of deep prayer, her whispers of devotion mingling with the charged air.

Neither Old Meg nor Jasper could have anticipated what happened next. As the dark portal opened, what emerged was not a Nether beast but a man, his appearance rugged and worn from the trials of the Nether.

He held a person in a monkey suit by the throat, and another, only a torso and head, rested on his shoulder. This mysterious figure turned his gaze towards Jasper, their eyes locking for a brief, intense moment.

The mutated giant crab, sensing a new threat, charged towards the man. The impact resounded like thunder, silencing the chaos around them. As the dust settled, the scene that was revealed left everyone in stunned silence. The crab, in its monstrous fury, had been crushed against the formidable strength of this stranger.

With a nonchalant chuckle, the man released the person in the monkey suit and extended his hand. White flames burst forth, engulfing the remaining mutated creatures in a purifying inferno that reduced them to ashes. The sight was awe-inspiring, a display of raw power that halted even the demons in their tracks.

This person at the head was unexpectedly young, his deep red Pepper hair and authoritative demeanor setting him apart. Even Father Black, a man of considerable influence and respect within the territory, regarded him with a deferential air. The young man's fingers, as delicate and smooth as those of a fair maiden, pressed a button on the table before him.

A screen flickered to life overhead, revealing the scene of destruction that had just unfolded outside the territory's borders. The footage showed Lenny Tales, wielding white flames with a power and ferocity that was awe-inspiring, annihilating the mutated creatures that threatened their safety.

Father Black watched the screen, a chuckle escaping his lips, tinged with relief and nostalgia. "It's been ten years! Ten terrible years, but he is finally back," he remarked, his voice laced with emotion. A few tears escaped, tracing lines down his weathered cheeks, a rare display of vulnerability from the stoic leader.

Meanwhile, the young man at the table, upon witnessing Lenny's display of white flames, summoned a similar power in his own hands. The flames danced and flickered with a familiar intensity, a mirror to Lenny's own abilities.

"Yes... it would seem that my old man is back," he said, his voice carrying a mix of admiration and a complex, unspoken history.

Back in the Battlefield, Lenny, turned to the demons. These were creatures that were far more sensitive to their environment. Everyone of them could tell the level of danger that a person of Lenny's caliber posed.

After all, they could all sense that the power that came from this person was beyond their common sense.

Immediately, they all turned to run. But lenny chuckled, "And where do you think you are all going?"

He released a bit of his Aura and they were instantly frozen in place.

And then it happened. like watermelons, they swell up and then burst into meat paste and blood.