Chapter 434: It's you

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Chapter 434: It's you



James's defiance sent a chill through the Demon Cult members.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"I do love a challenge," a gaunt old man cackled, his few remaining strands of hair a sickly yellow, his bony fingers clutching a staff.

"Don't kill him just yet," he rasped. "Screaming souls are a delicacy."

"Just wait a little longer," another voice chimed in, laced with malice. "Once that Blood Shadow loses control... heh heh heh..."

Sinister laughter echoed through the group.

The color drained from James's face, replaced by a grim determination.

Escape was no longer an option.

He wasn't afraid of death.

His father had died on the Abyssal battlefield.

But...

He glanced at Draco, standing protectively before him. He could face death, but he couldn't bear the thought of Draco suffering.

"If Senior Draco becomes a Blood Shadow, loses control... I'll never forgive myself."

His left hand brushed against something cold and metallic.

It was a gift from the Blood Sea Corps Leader, an item that could trigger a mutual destruction blast, taking both user and enemy down with it.

He would free Draco from his torment.

James's gaze swept over the Demon Cult members, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

He would take these bastards down with him.

His desire for revenge was impossible to conceal.

As the Demon Cult members continued their mocking laughter, a pair of eyes watched from the shadows.

Shadow Ten, hidden within the darkness, pulled out a Magic Conch and whispered into it. "The situation is..."

After a brief explanation, he concluded with a question.

"Can I engage?"

A voice crackled from the conch.

"Wait."

...

Millions of miles away, in the Ninth Abyss, Mike put away the Magic Conch, his mind racing.

The situation was clear.

The battlefield was divided: the Fifth Abyss and the Ninth Abyss.

To humanity, the Fifth Demon God was a unique anomaly.

Firstly, he was the Exiled Demon God.

Killing him would only empower the Supreme Demon God.

That sounded a bit pathetic.

"I don't want to die like this," he amended.

Dying at the hands of a Demon God, without even putting up a fight, was too humiliating.

"Look on the bright side," Mike said, trying to offer some comfort. "Dying to an Eight-Star Lord would be a stain on your honor. But being obliterated by a Demon God? That's a

highlight reel moment."

That... actually made sense.

As they chatted, two figures shrouded in black mist emerged from behind the Fifth Demon

God.

They carried a sealed cube between them, entering the hall.

Mike held his breath, focusing his gaze.

[The black mist on the left is a piece of wood.]

[The black mist on the right... angel? Ghost? Honestly, they're probably the same thing.]

[The cube contains a level 1,000 being. Want to spar?]

Mike frowned, recalling a specific detail.

Apollo had visited his private space a couple of days ago.

The Nature Elf Envoy had transformed into a piece of wood.

And from his previous experiences, all vampires turned into pigs in Apollo's presence.

Did that mean... the Elf Ancestor was also a piece of wood?

As for the black mist on the right... angel, ghost? Was it the Progenitor of Ghosts he was supposed to eliminate?

He couldn't be sure.

He shifted his gaze, meeting the Fifth Demon God's eyes.

Or rather, the Fifth Demon God was looking at Mike's shadow.

"It's you."

The Fifth Demon God snorted, recognizing Shadow Three.

"I thought you looked familiar. The Abyss's favored child, reduced to a human pet. Shadow

Three, you've truly fallen from grace."

The figure, draped in various bone ornaments, emerged from the shadows.

Shadow Three was unfazed by the Fifth Demon God's insults.

"Wait!"

The Fifth Demon God's face hardened, his gaze fixed on Shadow Three, his voice trembling

slightly.

"You're alive. You're with the Guardian Shadows..."

"Then... where is my son?"