Novels by Camellia

No matter how unbelievable it was, the fact stood plain before their eyes. In the end, they exchanged a glance, their expressions a complicated mix of emotions.What else could be said? It seemed that some people truly were cut from a different cloth.Having brushed past the greater fiend demon, Albert’s eyes narrowed slightly. He was now in a peculiar state of awareness. To his senses, countless illusory threads seemed to spread out across the area, weaving together to form a sort of net.This net covered a radius of roughly a hundred meters.He had already noticed earlier that when he stood within this net, he could actually manipulate those countless ethereal threads. When these threads coiled around his saber, they lent a boost to his own power.Later, upon closer observation, he discovered that these so-called illusory threads were, in fact, emanating from the bodies of the Fifth Squad’s legionnaires.At that point, he realized this must be yet another special power unique to eac

Greater fiend demons? The Silver Soul Body Realm?Upon hearing this, a glint flickered in Albert’s eyes. Was the leap in strength between these two tiers really this immense?The fierce battle raged on, with waves of soul power erupting continuously.Though the fiend demons held the advantage in numbers, under the well-honed coordination of the Fifth Squad’s legionnaires, their ranks dwindled at an astonishing pace. In contrast, the Fifth Squad suffered losses of merely a dozen men.This state of affairs, however, did not last long.Amidst the intense battlefield, a dozen bursts of extraordinarily terrifying energy suddenly erupted. The shockwaves generated by this energy sent dozens of nearby legionnaires flying.Albert’s gaze snapped toward the source, and he spotted a group of even larger fiend demons emerging. Their bodies bore a faint silvery hue, and surging waves of formidable energy coursed through their forms.These were clearly the greater fiend demons Thorne had warned them

If you have your eye on this position, Captain, you must also make preparations in advance. In the Twenty Legions, popular support is paramount. Once the legionnaires truly rally behind you, performing the Energy Merging Ritual will not only be far easier, but also far more powerful.Upon hearing Pamela’s reminder, Albert nodded slightly. The power of the Twenty Legions was rather special—it stemmed from the collective, not the individual. Thus, gaining the unanimous approval of the masses here would grant no small boost to his strength.And the simplest way to win people’s hearts was to lead the charge and conquer the Fiend Demon Cave.For this would benefit every legionnaire of the First Courtyard Legion. Whoever contributed the most in this endeavor would naturally earn the highest prestige.This was clearly Elvis’s line of thinking, which was why he was sparing no effort to push through the Fiend Demon Cave.Albert let out a helpless chuckle. It seemed that ever since he had maste

As for Babel, Albert didn’t really harbor any strong ill will toward him. Arrogant as the man was, he certainly had the prowess to back it up. And as for all the things the Fourth Courtyard Legion had seized—when the First Courtyard Legion grew strong enough in the future, they would simply take them back with their own strength.With Thomas, the Lord of Dragon’s Fang Vein, as his backer, Albert was confident that as long as he had the ability, everything that rightfully belonged to the First Courtyard would surely be returned.Isabelle, however, had a more aggressive temperament. She thought Babel had climbed to his position by leeching off the First Courtyard Legion’s resources, so she naturally looked upon him with intense dislike.Dale, in contrast, had a milder disposition, always coming across as an easygoing man. He didn’t really care much about these disputes, but Isabelle clearly couldn’t stand them.Dale said, Little brother, now that you’re also the captain of the Fifth Squ

Just as frustration was welling up in Elvis’s heart, he caught sight of a crowd on the other side of the square parting ways. Then, a lean figure clad in white robes emerged, surrounded by an entourage like the moon encircled by stars.At the sight of him, Elvis felt as if he had seen his savior. He hurried to call out, Brother Babel!Numerous eyes in the square turned in that direction. And when they fell upon the striking figure in white, everyone’s expressions grew much more solemn and reverent.Only Isabelle’s brows drew together in a frown.For this figure in white robes was none other than Babel, Grand Legion Commander of the Fourth Courtyard Legion.At the same time, he was the true cream of the crop among the younger generation of Dragon’s Fang Vein. It was precisely because of his presence that the four legions of Dragon’s Fang Vein in this generation had not been left far behind by the legions of the other veins.Thus, among the younger generation of Dragon’s Fang Vein today

Naturally, the tangible benefits—from the highest ranks down to the lowest—are more than ample.That is why all legionnaires of the Twenty Legions are utterly fanatical about the Fiend Demon Cave. The most common phrase on everyone’s lips in daily conversation goes: Raiding the cave is simply exhilarating.When legionnaires from different legions interact, they also flaunt their progress in the Fiend Demon Cave as a badge of honor. Those from legions with slow progress, upon hearing the high-spirited boasts of counterparts from more advanced legions, can only slink away in self-abasement, unwilling to serve as mere foils to others’ glory.From this, one can well imagine just how significant the Fiend Demon Cave is to the Twenty Legions.As for Albert, who is about to raid the cave for the very first time, he is filled with immense curiosity and anticipation.At the First Courtyard Square, eight thousand legionnaires of the Fifth Squad gather in a mighty throng, their momentum surging

With that said, he waved at the eight men and smiled. Your eldest senior brother can no longer move. It’ll be trouble for the rest of you to draw close to him. If you want to die together, you might as well huddle up before you breathe your last. If you don’t, you can scatter far apart. I’ll give you one final minute to get ready.At these words, the Eight Heavenly Kings were overcome with despair, and deep down, none of them wanted to walk the road to the underworld alone.So the Iron-Fisted Yama, the first to be crippled, struggled to his feet, dragged his gravely injured body over to Travis, and slowly sat down beside him.The moment he settled, he burst into heart-wrenching sobs. Senior Brother, if we had known things would come to this, we eight brothers should never have ventured out into the mortal world...The others also crawled over with great difficulty.The eight men huddled tightly together. They had already forgiven Travis for his attempt to flee alone earlier.Because,

Travis couldn't figure it out—Alan clearly hadn't lifted a finger to stop him, so why couldn't he land the strike no matter how hard he tried?What on earth was that invisible force blocking his blade?!He had honed his martial arts to the pinnacle, yet he knew nothing of true supernatural power. Little did he know there existed a force that could act without physical contact—this force was spiritual energy!His arrogance lay in thinking he had found Alan’s weak spot and that he could deliver a fatal blow with one strike.Now, he was about to pay the price for his conceit!Alan let out a cold laugh, slowly lifted his foot, and crushed Travis’s left arm beneath it.With a slight press of his toe, Travis’s left arm was shattered at the elbow; only the fabric of his clothes connected the upper and lower arm.Travis howled in agony and scrambled to pull away. The sudden movement tore his clothes with a sharp rip!When he looked down in horror, he saw his forearm and hand lying on the othe

If it weren’t for his friendship with the Patriarch of the Hand family and the exorbitant sum of money offered, why would someone as powerful as him condescend to stay in a backwater like Peffers City?He asked himself inwardly—he had faced countless opponents in his life, yet never had he felt so utterly powerless as he did at this moment!In that split second just now, he hadn’t even seen clearly how this boy had struck before he was dealt a devastating blow!To a martial artist, nothing is more important than one’s arms—especially the right arm.If the right arm is crippled, the man is done for.After all, with only one arm, the body is constantly thrown off balance. Not to mention fighting others for supremacy—even running would lead to a noticeable loss of equilibrium. If a person’s center of gravity can’t stay aligned in the middle of their body, how can they ever hope to become a master?With a single palm strike, Alan sent seven men flying backward, filling the hearts of the E

Never in their wildest dreams had the three men imagined that Alan’s strength would be this terrifyingly monstrous!The opponent was also a man of considerable repute. It would have been understandable if Alan had defeated him after a dozen rounds of fighting.But Alan was utterly unreasonable—with a single strike, he had shattered the Iron Fist’s fist into pieces!When the Iron-Fisted Yama crashed to the ground, he was overcome with unspeakable horror.He had never thought that the source of his greatest confidence and power would be so fragile in the face of another man.Staring at his right arm, now reduced to a mangled pulp, he knew in his heart that half of his martial arts prowess had been destroyed forever.After decades of painstaking effort, the Iron-Fisted Yama was consumed by immense agony. He crawled toward Travis on one arm, sobbing, Senior Brother, you must avenge me!Travis’ face darkened. He nodded grimly.Rest assured, Eighth Junior Brother. We senior brothers will av

The vehicles pressed onward. The moment they rounded a bend, the driver suddenly spotted a figure standing dead center in the beam of the headlights.The driver sitting beside Travis let out a startled yelp. "Holy shit! Is that a man or a ghost?!"No one could blame him for being scared. After all, they hadn’t seen a single soul along these dozens of kilometers of mountain road. To suddenly find someone standing in the middle of the road like this was genuinely terrifying.Travis was also struck dumb with shock. He stared fixedly at the young man drawing nearer in the middle of the road, blurting out involuntarily, "Th-this really is a person!"The figure standing outside in the road looked remarkably young, a faint smile playing on his lips. He wore thin, light clothing, his hands clasped behind his back, his entire demeanor calm and relaxed—utterly out of place against the frigid, snow-blanketed backdrop of Changbai Mountain.This man was none other than Alan!At that moment, Claude

For the Smith family, every corner of the nation is their home turf.If the Smith family so desired, they could wipe out the Hand family at any time—right in Peffers City, the Hand family’s own stronghold.This is the true embodiment of a top-tier clan’s power!At this moment, the Eight Heavenly Kings, led by Travis, exited the airport and spotted two off-road vehicles parked right at the entrance.These two vehicles had been arranged with drivers by the Hand family on short notice.The Hand family held no sway here. The sixteen men they’d sent yesterday had rented five off-road vehicles locally before heading out to rescue the Benel father and son.This time around, the Hand family had splashed out to rent another two off-road vehicles online, ordering the Eight Heavenly Kings to drive themselves to their destination.After picking up the cars, the Eight Heavenly Kings split into two groups, climbing into the vehicles and speeding toward the mountain range.On the way, Travis, leader