"You bastard!"
"Do you know what a terrible mistake you've made?!"
Cambion, the fourth-ranking elder of the Demons family, grew increasingly furious as he spoke, his rage uncontrollable!
He grabbed a vase and hurled it at Helen.
How could Helen dare to dodge the elder's fury?
Gritting his teeth, he knelt on the ground, motionless.
Bang!
The vase struck her forehead, shattering instantly!
Shattered porcelain shards and petals flew everywhere.
Hot, scorching blood streamed down the red-haired girl's forehead.
The excruciating pain was accompanied by a dizzying sensation.
Helen, dazed, could vaguely hear her father pleading:
"Fourth Uncle! Calm down, calm down!"
"Young men make mistakes, so beg for mercy..."
"Shut up!" Cambion roared, interrupting him. "Simone! You're no less guilty for not raising your daughter well! Kneel down!"
Plop!
Simone hurriedly knelt beside his daughter, pleading repeatedly.
Seeing her father being humiliated, Helen's heart ached like a knife.
The urge to resist surged within her, fiercer than ever.
However, she suppressed it in the end.
She didn't dare defy the family's higher-ups.
Especially the enraged, cannibalistic Fourth Elder!
The word "cannibalistic" wasn't an exaggeration when applied to Cambion.
In fact, to maintain his demonic power, Cambion had to enjoy a special dinner every week.
Over the years, he had devoured hundreds, even thousands, of people alive.
Herent didn't want to become another soul buried in Cambion's belly, so he could only accept his fate and endure it.
…
Two years ago, Herent left the South Island Warlock Academy and returned home.
The island where his hometown was located, located in the north, was shrouded in ice and snow for half the year, hence the name "Winter Island."
The Demons family, who ruled Winter Island, had inherited demonic blood from generation to generation.
For this reason, Winter Island was also known as "Devil Island" by outsiders.
After returning home, Herent waited an entire year, and with his father's help in arranging matters, he was finally allowed to enter the family's secret realm for cultivation.
Herent was furious!
She had been assigned to South Island College for five years, risking her life as a secret agent. Even if she hadn't achieved any merit, she had worked hard.
According to the original agreement, upon her return, she would automatically be granted a place to cultivate in the secret realm.
It was her due, but it had taken so long, costing her father a fortune and owing him countless favors, before it was finally fulfilled!
Helen felt wronged, but she had no place to complain.
After all, she was just a nobody in the family.
She had decent talent, but not the most elite. Lacking a strong background, she was inevitably manipulated by villains.
Simony blamed himself for his daughter's fate.
He was a direct descendant of the Demons family, but his talent was mediocre. In his forties, he was still a mere first-level sorcerer.
Without any ability, he lacked the authority to speak out within the family, which naturally marginalized him. Consequently, his daughter was also oppressed by the powerful. Helen was a very sensible and filial daughter. She reassured her father not to take it personally, telling him she had to forge her own path.
Bidding farewell to her father and stepmother, Helen finally achieved her wish and entered the Blood Pond Secret Realm.
Blood Pond Secret Realm, six times the time!
However, Helen's time was running out.
When she entered the secret realm, her cultivation level was only at the late third stage.
If she didn't reach the late fourth stage by the end of the year, she would lose her eligibility to participate in the Origin City Trials!
Helen knew that, like her father, being a marginalized member of the family meant a lifetime of hardship and hopelessness!
She refused to accept such a mediocre life!
She wanted to change her fate, to let her father and stepmother live a good life with her, free from the contempt and disdain of others.
To change her fate, she must leave Winter Island, leave the Demons family, and reach a higher platform.
Origin City holds all her dreams.
To achieve this dream, Helen must advance two levels in a row during her time in the secret realm!
Two levels in six years—that's hard! Extremely hard!
Helen has no other choice but to cultivate tirelessly day and night!
The only comfort she has is her youth.
In the Origin City trials, the late Fourth Stage is only the first hurdle.
Even if one's cultivation reaches the required level, age is another.
One must not be over thirty years old, including time spent in the secret realm!
Before entering her family's secret realm, Helen had practiced in the South Island College secret realm for four years.
Strictly speaking, by the time she emerged from seclusion, she would have been over thirty.
However, Helen had been injected with the anti-aging agent given by Allen!
Her age had been frozen at twenty-three, and she would not mature or age again until ten years later.
The age limit for the Origin City Trial only considers biological age, not a person's actual life span.
Taking the anti-aging agent could provide a huge advantage!
For this precious gift, Helen was deeply grateful to Allen.
Junior Brother Allen held a position second only to her father in her heart.
He was the first man in her life for whom she could not help but fall in love.
If Junior Brother Allen were willing to take her in as a concubine, Helen would happily agree!
Alas, this was just a wishful thinking.
She knew she was unworthy.
Now, her greatest wish was to qualify for the Trial.
That way, she would have the chance to reunite with Junior Brother Allen in Origin City and be by his side.
In his loneliness, she offered him some comfort with her body and tender affection...
However, Helen never imagined...
It was precisely this anti-aging potion that would bring her such disastrous consequences!
...
In the blink of an eye, Helen had already been cultivating in the secret realm for five years.
Now, her cultivation reached the early Fourth Stage.
She had only one year left in her retreat.
With all her might, could she reach the late Fourth Stage within a year?
To be fair, she had less than a 30% chance of success.
It wasn't a great hope, but it was worth risking her youth and giving it a try!
At this critical juncture, a letter from her father forced her to interrupt her cultivation and hurried home.
The problem lay in the medical examination results.
In the outside world, only two months remained before the opening of Origin City.
Every member of the Demons family who was expected to compete for a spot in the Trial was required to submit a physical examination report.
One of the most important test data was age.
Or, more accurately, "bone age."
Origin City only accepts young talents with great potential.
No matter how high their cultivation level is, it's useless for those over the age limit.
Helen's age was definitely within the required range.
The problem was... her test results were too good, which aroused the suspicion of the Fourth Elder in charge!
With a single command, the father and daughter were summoned for questioning!
In the living room, besides the paunchy Cambion, there was a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and powdered face.
Solang Demons, Cambion's eldest son.
He had reached the early fourth stage of cultivation and was of Incubus bloodline.
The so-called "Incubus" was a male Succubus.
Solang's behavior was perfectly consistent with his lineage.
Over forty, he still hadn't changed his philandering nature.
Even within this demonic family, he was known as a womanizer.
Jealous and seducing other people's wives, he offended many.
But because he was quite powerful, and with a powerful father backing him, others dared to be angry but remained silent.
This included Helen's father, Simone.
As soon as the father and daughter entered the house, Solang stroked his mustache and smiled maliciously.
"Hey! Cousin Simone, how's Anna doing?"
Simone nodded awkwardly.
"I heard Anna's finally pregnant. Is it really your child?"
Simone's face froze, anger flickering in his eyes, but he dared not lash out.
"Hehe... Cousin, you know I'm quite good with women."
"Before Anna married you, I had a brief affair with her. If you're embarrassed, I can ask her for you. Maybe I can get her to tell me the truth."
Solang's words became increasingly outrageous.
Hearing her father and stepmother being humiliated, Helen was overcome with anger!
She glared at the playboy and was about to explode, but her father pulled her back and shook his head gently.
He warned his daughter not to offend a villain and ruin her future over a momentary argument.
Cambion picked up his teacup, coughed lightly, and spoke.
"Simone, there's something wrong with your daughter's medical report."
"Taking into account the time spent cultivating in the secret realm, her age should be twenty-nine and a half."
"However, the medical examination shows her actual age is only twenty-three."
"That's six and a half years off. What's going on?"
"Uncle! My Helen is developing late! She looks young!"
Simone beamed, eager to explain.
"Besides, she was born prematurely. Maybe that's why..."
"Simone! Do you take me for a fool?!" Cambion grew impatient. "Even after taking all these discrepancies into account, it's still wrong!"
"There's definitely something wrong with your daughter!"
"If you don't tell the truth, I'll punish you!"
Simone was too frightened to say a word.
He looked at his daughter with confusion.
Why didn't his daughter's biological age match her nominal age? He didn't know either!
At this point, Helen had no choice but to confess that he had taken a first-level anti-aging potion.
Cambion and Solang exchanged a glance, their understanding tacit.
Both father and son had long guessed the answer.
"Helen, where did you get the anti-aging potion?"
Solang's question was tinged with urgency.
To slow down aging and maintain his playboy ways, he had long yearned for the anti-aging potion to preserve his youth!
Unfortunately, the formula the Demons family had paid so much for had never been successfully prepared.
It wasn't clear if there was something wrong with the formula, or if the family's pharmacist wasn't up to par.
"A friend gave it to me," Helen replied, his head bowed.
"What friend? A man?" Solang asked.
Helen remained silent.
"I'm asking you a question!" Solang raised his voice, his tone stern.
Helent gritted her teeth and nodded.
"A man who can give away a first-level anti-aging potion shouldn't be courting a woman of your level. There must be something fishy going on!" Solang said flatly.
Helent's face was expressionless, and she remained silent.
During the two years she spent studying with Alan at South Island College, she had spent almost all of the pocket money she had saved by scrimping and saving on her expenses on him.
She was addicted to the physical and emotional satisfaction Alan brought her, unable to extricate herself.
At one point, she mocked herself, thinking she was the most shameful succubus in the world, actually paying for sex with men...
However, how could the anti-aging potion Alan gave her have been purchased with her meager prostitute money?
In that sense, she had gotten a huge advantage.
At this thought, Helen felt a complex mixture of bitterness and sweetness.
In comparison, Solang's sarcasm wasn't worth her attention.
"Helen, tell me the man's name," Cambion said coldly.
"His name is Allen Panthers, my junior fellow apprentice."
Helen replied in a low voice.
"Which Allen Panthers?" Cambion frowned slightly. "The one from Silver Moon Monastery?"
"It seems so."
Helen had been cultivating in the secret realm for years, keeping to herself.
If her father hadn't listed the first group of candidates selected for the Origin City Trial in his letter, she wouldn't have known Allen was so famous!
Only a few years after joining Silver Moon Monastery, he had become the direct disciple of Master Shiva, the head monk, and the acting head of the Cat Academy!
By now, Allen's cultivation level had reached the early fifth stage, right?
Helen thought back to their separation, how she had been so ignorant, trying to compete with Allen to see who could make the most progress, and she felt secretly ashamed.
"Helen! You're our family's agent sent south. Why did you conceal such crucial intelligence, crucial to our family's ability to reap huge benefits in both war and peace talks?!"
Cambion demanded sharply.
"When I met Allen, he was just a nobody. I never imagined he would become so influential."
Helen's response drew a sneer from Solang.
"A nobody, you casually give someone a first-grade anti-aging potion? Do you believe that?"
"Helen, does your professional agent training allow you to say such ridiculous things?"
"You don't even bother to put in the effort to make up stories. You're insulting our intelligence!"
Simony, standing nearby, grew increasingly alarmed as he listened.
He quickly pulled his daughter aside and urgently hinted, "Silly girl! You've made a mistake. Why don't you kneel down and beg the elders for forgiveness!"
Herent quickly knelt and admitted to Cambion that she had made a mistake at work and neglected the importance of Allen.
However, Cambion wasn't about to let her off so easily.
He grabbed a vase and threw it at her, causing her head to bleed.
Still unsatisfied, he pointed at her nose and angrily shouted,
"Because of your incompetence, you've caused immeasurable damage to the family's interests. You deserve death!"
Herent's heart was in turmoil.
She had no words to say to the Fourth Elder's accusations.
She had indeed made a huge mistake at work!
Alan Panthers later became famous on the battlefield, so she could excuse herself by saying she realized it too late.
However, the moment Allen took out the anti-aging potion, she should have known he was a promising prospect worth winning over!
Why didn't she report this to the family sooner?
Herenti didn't dare admit that she had selfish motives.
Because she couldn't bear to let him go.
What methods would this demonic family, from which she came, use to control outsiders who might benefit from it?
Threats, inducements, kidnappings, drugs, honey traps...
Herenti knew all about these dirty tactics.
If she had betrayed Allen earlier, leading this talented young man into the clutches of the Demons family...
Alan might never have had the chance to grow and shine, and would have been devoured by the Demons family!
Until his usefulness was completely drained, like spitting out chewed-up sugarcane.
Herenti couldn't bear to personally push the man she loved into the fire pit.
So, she had no choice but to bear the consequences.
Looking back now, she found it amusing:
"How could someone like me be so impulsive and reckless for a man…"
…
"Uncle! Calm down and listen to me!"
Simone knelt beside her daughter, forcing a smile.
"Alan is Helen's friend, so things will be easier."
"I'll have Helen contact him more often and try to make amends…"
"A bullshit fix!"
Cambion grabbed an ashtray and threw it at Simone.
"The war is over."
The major families have already divided up the pie on the negotiation table. It's too late to start messing around now!"
"What? You still want your daughter to lure him to Winter Island and force him to create an anti-aging potion?"
"Two years ago, that plan might have worked, but it's too late now!"
"He's now a key candidate for Silver Moon Monastery's training, the next headmaster! How dare you try this?!"
"Uh, Fourth Uncle! Since Allen is so important, my daughter's relationship with him... isn't it valuable?"
"Then ask your prodigal daughter why she hasn't contacted him in all these years!"
Cambion grew increasingly angry.
"No matter how good a relationship is, it will become cold if it's not maintained!"
"Who do you think your daughter is? How precious is she?"
"Others were captivated by her when they were young and naive, and now that she's in such a high position, what kind of beautiful woman hasn't she seen? "!"
"Ask your daughter if she writes to Alan now, inviting him to visit Winter Island! Will anyone pay any attention to her?"
Simone turned to look at his daughter, his eyes full of hope.
Herent gritted his teeth, his heart filled with sorrow and pain.
"I'm sorry, father. Alan and I were just... young and frivolous, just playing around."
"In her current position, there's no need to lower herself to associate with a woman of my level."
Simone's face was ashen, his frustration barely concealed.
"Well, am I right? Simone, don't you know what kind of person your daughter is?"
"She's a hen turning into a phoenix, climbing up the social ladder. Does she deserve it?!"
Cambion turned to look at Herent, his eyes icy.
"Bitch!" You've committed a grave sin and betrayed your family's upbringing. Do you think you still deserve to remain in the Blood Pond Secret Realm to cultivate, or even to strive for a chance at the Origin City Trial?
Herenti, heartbroken, shook his head, sobbing, and said, "I'm willing to give up everything, just to ask the elders to calm down."
"This punishment is far from enough."
Solang folded his arms and sneered, adding insult to injury.
"A daughter's sin is a father's fault!"
"Simone, if you can't even educate your eldest daughter, how can you raise children?"
"In my opinion, just save yourself the trouble and let Anna participate in the Blood Pond Festival, so you don't have to give birth to another useless child!"
Simone's face paled. "This has nothing to do with Anna. Please don't implicate her." Solang laughed heartily, his expression lewd.
"Your Anna… Back at Quinte Island, at the dock, I simply cast a charm spell, beckoned her, and she abandoned her own daughter and obediently followed me aboard."
"You took over the slut I was tired of playing with and treated her like a treasure!"
"Simone, you're old enough, can't you be a little more ambitious?"
"Solang, stop it!"
Simone finally lost his patience and stood up for once.
"Stop insulting my wife!"
"What? You dare to disobey?" "
Solang glared, and Simone dared not protest.
To be incompetent in middle age is the greatest sorrow.
For her daughter's sake, Simone had to swallow her anger.
…
Hyrent, holding a handkerchief to the wound on her forehead, followed her father back home.
As soon as they arrived, Simone rummaged through the drawers and stuffed all the magic stones they had accumulated into her storage bag.
"Dad, what are you doing...?"
"Girl! The more I think about it, the more scared I get!" Simone said, holding her daughter's hand, lowering her voice. "The Fourth Elder and Solang might not let you go. They might find excuses to pick on you in the future!"
"As soon as the Blood Pond Festival is over at the end of the month, you'll hit the road immediately and hide somewhere remote. Come back home after the storm has died down!" Helen nodded, accepting her father's arrangement. "Dad, I can't go to the secret realm to practice now. I'll stay home and spend more time with you and Aunt Anna until the end of the month." "
The daughter's mention of her stepmother brought back Simone's sorrows.
"Helen, go visit Anna. It's all my fault. I've gotten her into trouble, along with the little baby in her belly..."
Simone's eyes flushed, and she couldn't continue.
Helen felt the same way, sighing silently.
Anna was a woman with a miserable life.
More than a decade ago, she was abducted by Solange, and when Solange got tired of her, he sold her to a brothel.
Seven years ago, Simone's friend was hosting a banquet at the brothel, and Anna was one of the prostitutes there.
Simone, a widower, was pleasantly surprised to hear Anna's accent and learn she was from Quinte Island. His grandmother was also from Quinte Island and had often vacationed there as a child.
The two had a common language, and after a few interactions, they became close friends.
Later, Simone Redeem Anna and bring her home as a bride.
Because of her humble birth, Anna had no standing in the family and suffered ostracism and discrimination.
Her only solace was the kindness of her husband and stepdaughter.
In fact, when Anna was first married, Helen had disliked her stepmother.
Until she was thirteen, she was injected with an awakening agent, which caused her blood to be rejected, leading to a serious illness and near death.
Thanks to her stepmother's meticulous care, she was brought back from the brink of death.
Since then, Helen's attitude towards her stepmother has changed significantly.
Now, her stepmother, finally pregnant, has unfortunately suffered for her.
The fetus in her womb will be sacrificed in the blood pool...
…
"Aunt Anna, I'm sorry. It's all my fault that I've brought you into this." "
Helen's words choked with sobs.
The woman sitting opposite her lost her beautiful face, tears streaming down her face.
After a long moment, she accepted the handkerchief her stepdaughter offered her, wiped her tears, and choked back her words:
"Helen, it's not your fault... We, mother and I, and the baby in my belly, have such a hard life!"
Helen's heart ached at her stepmother's sorrowful sigh, and a bold idea came to her mind!
"Aunt Anna, if you were free, where would you most like to spend your retirement?"
"I want to...return to my hometown, Quinte Island."
Anna replied softly, her eyes welling up again.
"I haven't been home for years. I wonder how Sonia is doing."
"Is Sonia your daughter?"
"Yes." "That name sounds familiar..." Herent frowned, thinking.
Is it possible I've seen it on the Origin City Trial list?
On second thought, it wasn't such a coincidence; it was probably just a coincidence.
"Aunt Anna, Quint Island is now under the control of the Beast Cult. Your ex-husband and daughter, if still alive, have likely joined the refugee wave and settled on Silvermoon Island."
"If you're willing, flee to Silvermoon Island with me before the Blood Pond Festival!"
"There's a prominent figure at Silvermoon Monastery, an old classmate of mine. He should be able to take care of us once we get there."
"Let's settle down on Silvermoon Island. I'll take care of you while you give birth, and I'll try to find your ex-husband and daughter. It won't be a problem!" "
Anna had been kidnapped by Solang and had been living in exile for over a decade, dreaming of finding her family.
After hearing her stepdaughter's plan, she was momentarily lost in thought.
But then she came to her senses and had to consider the practical difficulties.
"If we leave, what will happen to your father?"
Herenti gritted her teeth and said resolutely, "Convince my father to escape with us!" "
Anna was speechless, only smiling bitterly.
Herenti calmed down and couldn't help but shake her head and smile bitterly.
She had to admit that her plan was pure fantasy.
Who knew her father's timid and conservative character better than her and her stepmother?
Cowardly Simone would never dare to run away from home!
Even if she could convince her father to flee with her, how could she easily escape family control?
The Demons family has always been ruthless and relentless in their treatment of traitors, fighting to the death!
The three of them would surely be punished by the family. Hunted by their own tribe, trapped on an isolated island in an unfamiliar land, who could protect them?
Ultimately, they inevitably met a tragic end, dying in a foreign land.
Returning to reality, Helen watched helplessly as her stepmother suffered the punishment for her, her unborn child sacrificed, her heart filled with despair.
…
Five days later.
The Demons family welcomed the annual Blood Pond Festival.
This year's festival was presided over by the Cambion branch.
Unable to resist Solang's pleas, Cambion gave the role of chief priest to This attention-seeking son.
The Demons family adheres to an ancient principle of reproduction:
Weak branches strengthen the trunk, weeding out the dross and retaining the essence!
To put it bluntly, this means sacrificing illegitimate children to strengthen the bloodline talents of legitimate children!
Every year at the end of September, the Demons family sacrifices thirteen fetuses still developing in their mothers' wombs to the blood pool.
These little lives are also the blood of the Demons family.
Just because their mothers had no official status, were of humble origin, and were merely a plaything for a one-night stand, they were sacrificed to the devil. In exchange for the blessing of the Abyss.
During the ritual, all fetuses, not yet full-term, are sacrificed.
The Abyssal blood essence within each fetus is ultimately combined into a single Essence Blood Fetal Pearl.
It is said that women who consume this Essence Blood Fetal Pearl are more likely to conceive offspring of superior caliber.
Thus, through a cruel sacrificial ritual, thirteen fetuses of low birth and likely mediocre caliber are sacrificed in exchange for a single legitimate fetus with a high probability of superior caliber.
This is the so-called "Blood Pond Ceremony," a bloody bargain between humans and demons.
This is the ancient tradition of the demon-worshipping Demons family.
Those in power who profit from this practice naturally believe it's a fine tradition and a highly profitable bargain.
The Demons family's most valuable asset, the Blood Pond, is located atop a snowy mountain.
I's actually a volcanic lake covering thousands of acres.
Nestled high in the cold, alpine region, the crimson waters, resembling fresh blood, are constantly steaming and exude a faint scent of blood.
It's said that the Blood Pond is a chasm leading to the abyss.
Occasionally, demons would emerge from the blood pool through the rifts in the planes.
The ancestors of the Demons family were said to be ancient demons who had entered the human world through this rift, sowing hybrid seeds on the island.
The Demons family stationed patrols around the blood pool and built forts and artillery batteries to deal with the occasional wandering demons.
Those who arrived on the island through the blood pool were usually low-level demons.
Those captured by the Demons family were either used for breeding or as raw materials for refining blood essence.
This lack of respect for distant relatives of the abyss was absurd. The intention and mad exploitation of the demons are in line with the demons' style.
…
Herent accompanied her father and stepmother to the ceremony.
Including Anna, the thirteen pregnant women participating in the sacrifice had arrived.
Many family members were also present to watch the fun.
The arrival of the Herent family immediately caused a commotion.
The other pregnant women participating in the sacrifice were all of good figure and appearance, and were well-dressed. In fact, they were all decent women from poor families.
By the Demons family They were bought for a small sum, or even forcibly snatched, and lodged in the guildhall, becoming playthings for the powerful men of their families.
Most of them had participated in the Blood Pond Ceremony more than once.
They had long known that they were merely tools for the birth of sacrifice.
Hence, their expressions were numb.
Only Anna, Simone's wife, who logically shouldn't have been sacrificed, appeared in such an occasion.
The onlookers naturally became suspicious:
"Simonee and Helen, father and daughter, must have offended a powerful figure in the family!" "
Helen noticed that several women in the crowd, whose talents, looks, and cultivation were inferior to hers, were looking at her with a sense of gloating.
Helen gritted her teeth and lowered her head to avoid the malicious gazes.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The bell rang.
Solang Demons, the master of ceremonies, dressed in a gorgeous priestly robe, led the crowd to the altar.
At the same time, Anna, who was biting her lower lip with tears in her eyes, Thirteen pregnant women, each with a heavy belly, staggered toward the altar.
They were ready to sacrifice their unborn lives for the sake of others.
At that moment, a sharp whistle suddenly echoed from the sky.
Helent instinctively looked up at the sky.
She saw a rocket soar through the air!
In an instant, the rocket struck Solang in the back!
Puff!
The arrow, with tremendous kinetic energy, hurled the unsuspecting Solang to the ground.
The flames ignited the sacrificial robe, blazing!
Everyone present, including Helen, was stunned!
Thorang, who had fallen to the ground after being shot, was, after all, a fourth-level warlock.
The enchanted arrow pierced his chest from behind, pinning him to the ground. He wasn't dead yet, struggling to get up.
A dark figure suddenly descended from the sky.
A pair of high-heeled black leather boots slammed hard into Thorang's back, forcing him back down, his mouth full of mud and snow.
High The owner of the high-heeled boots was a beautiful woman in military attire!
She wore a breastplate, slung a longbow, and slung a flaming demonic sword at her waist!
A serpent-like, animated whip entwined around her arm!
Even more astonishingly...
A pair of jet-black wings suddenly unfurled from behind this tall, stunning woman, like a fallen angel descending from the heavens!
"The breath of the devil..."
Hyrent muttered to himself, covering his nose.
"Is that... a succubus?!"
The black-winged fallen angel suddenly swung his hand.
Swish!
The animated whip flew out, wrapping itself around Solang's neck and interrupting his spellcasting.
"Hehe... Uncle, after over a decade, do you still recognize me?" "
The lustful sorceress slowly pulled her long hair back from her face.
A crimson birthmark, resembling a crescent moon, was revealed on her face.
Solang raised his head with difficulty, looking at her, his face filled with fear and confusion.
"I'm sorry, it seems you don't recognize me."
The black-winged fallen angel sneered and lashed Solang with his whip.
"After all, back then, I was just a little girl crying and begging my mother not to leave, while you were a high-handed, arrogant sorcerer."
"In your eyes, my mother and I were mere dust, lowly things you could trample on at will."
"Back then, you probably never dreamed that I would become a sorcerer, and on the first day of awakening my fourth-level Scrying, I'd come seeking revenge on you! "
As she spoke, she suddenly exerted force with her foot, slamming her heel down on Solang's face, crushing it hard.
Under her heel, a bloody mess of flesh and blood lay!
Solang's screams echoed around the poolside, a heart-wrenching sight!
Anna stared intently at the succubus, her body suddenly limp, and she fell backward.
Seeing the situation was dire, Helen hurried forward to support her stepmother.
Looking down, she saw her stepmother, seemingly frightened, having fainted in her arms.
Solang screamed like a pig being slaughtered as the sorceress tortured him!
The onlookers finally came to their senses.
They quickly surrounded the sorceress, attempting to rescue Solang.
The sorceress ignored their threats and cried out tenderly, "Husband, come quickly!"
Before he finished, a cloud of silver mist emerged from his side.
A tall, upright figure could be vaguely seen within the mist.
Five-Finger Fiery Bombs!
Several blasts of energy shrieked from the mist!
The sorcerers of the Demons family, who were chanting spells, were struck one after another, falling to the ground with screams.
The tall figure suddenly leaped forward, charging into the crowd.
A flurry of punches and kicks followed.
In a flash, everyone was knocked down!
Among them were some fourth-tier warriors, yet they couldn't even withstand a single blow from this man!
In the distant fortress, the garrison finally realized something was amiss.
Hurriedly climbing onto the turret, they loaded their enchanted, tracking shells, aimed their aim at the tall young man beating up his tribe, and opened fire!
Without even turning back, the tall young man launched a backhanded strike! A silver vortex in his palm spun counterclockwise!
Instantly, a powerful repulsive force field was released, forcing the heavily enchanted cannonball to hover in mid-air!
The next second, the cannonball reversed and was thrust back into the barrel.
Boom!
The cannon exploded!
The surrounding guards were covered in blood, dead and wounded.
The tall young man calmly turned, and the silver vortex in his palm switched to a clockwise rotation.
The repulsive force field then transformed into a gravitational field, sucking the bronze cannon from the air and uprooting it!
With a single hand, he remotely controlled the twenty-ton cannon and hurled it towards the military camp.
With a resounding boom, the bunker collapsed instantly under the cannon's downward trajectory!
The eight guards inside were crushed to dust before they could escape.
The entire camp was immediately thrown into chaos. Everyone fled as if they had seen a ghost!
"Hurry, go get my dad... save me!"
Suffering from the ravages of high heels and whips, Solang wailed for help from the onlookers.
Meanwhile, Helen, holding her unconscious stepmother, stared intently at the tall, handsome young man, and couldn't help but cry out in shock.
"Junior Brother Allen! How could it be you?!"