The night was dark with oppressive blackness, the moon was not shining through heavy clouds. A misty fog covered the trail of stars in the sky of the Ancient City, capital of Duanxin Kingdom. Visibility was reduced to mere meters, atmosphere heavy with supernatural dread.At that moment, on the Willow Bridge spanning dark waters, Mingxia stood in utter fear. She felt as if she were suffocating with each shallow breath, as if the approaching terrifying figure had sealed her power with dark magic. She was unable to move or scream despite desperate mental commands, body betraying her will."I'm going to die!" Mingxia mourned her fate bitterly with despair overwhelming. Her eyes welled with tears that streamed down pale cheeks as she watched the horned creature approach. Its terrifying hands reached out towards her with predatory intent, claws extended.With her eyes closed against the horror, Mingxia could sense the creature's presence through other senses. Its skin was red like dried bl

Thum! Thum! Thum! The rhythm was relentless.The drumbeats of the gong echoed through the City Market area with resonance. Residents living near the market walked in groups with determined steps, their lanterns lit casting dancing shadows. They combed through the stalls and shops in the deserted, dark market systematically, searching every corner. Anger fueled their movements, fear forgotten."I'm sure he's here hiding!" a girl said in a confident voice that cut through murmurs. A voice that could be heard over the crowd despite chaos. She continued with conviction born of experience, "According to the dream I saw with clarity, the demon was being struck down by a powerful, god like figure! The demon is dying from grievous wounds, and this is our chance to kill him!" Opportunity demanded action.The girl was Ru Mingxia with fierce determination, a salesperson at Wux Building Enterprises who nearly fell victim to Taerun. The Thessul Race warrior had almost claimed her soul. Mingxia's w

That night, the building known as Wux Building Enterprises was lit brilliantly. Numerous oil lamps lit the halls brightly with flickering amber glow, shadows dancing on walls. A figure, resembling a human in basic form, lay helplessly in a horrific state on cold floor. Blood pooled beneath broken body.That was Tearun with ruined form, a devil of Thessul descent who had recently been judged by a large crowd. At the City Market, mob justice had been brutal and merciless.Tearun's majestic, jet black wings once complete with long, shiny black feathers that marked his noble lineage, now drooped and broken pathetically. The jet feathers that had been his pride as a Thessul descendant of warrior caste appeared to have been plucked out viciously. He was beaten and stabbed by the mob with blunt objects like clubs and firewood, violence unrestrained. Each blow had torn feathers, shattered bone beneath.Although Tearun looked very miserable with his breath panting shallowly, the man who was wa

Wux Chan Chi spoke politely on surface, but behind that politeness was a threat to Master Yaleem's safety. Desperation made him bold, foolishly so.Naturally, Yaleem was displeased by the audacity. He was the Demon King's envoy who had sacrificed so much through years of service. Leaving their homes and saving their lives to become a spy was no small thing. To collaborate with the foolish mortals of the Wux Clan demanded patience beyond measure. "And yet, this lowly Wux Chan Chi dares to threaten me? Just wait and see. I will take action to punish him!" Rage built like pressure in sealed vessel.Lord Yaleem tried to remain calm with effort, though his heart was filled with anger beyond containment. Yaleem still remembered King Thessul's message to complete his spying mission with dedication. Until the King himself would come and conquer the Silver Screening Continent entirely, duty bound him. However, after living in uncertainty and suffering within the stone cave for so long, Yaleem

Energy Stone is a means of payment that has a higher value than gold coins significantly. Currency of cultivators, worth measured in power enhancement.After overhearing the two merchants' conversation with interest piqued, Yaleem acted decisively without hesitation. He killed them both brutally and seized the sword they were discussing with greed. Bodies left for scavengers, theft unpunished.Yaleem was shocked to discover that the sword was no ordinary weapon forged by mortals. "My attack power or ATK has increased by 20,000 points!" he exclaimed with disbelief, both delighted and thrilled by fortune. A 20,000 point increase in attack power was no small feat by any measure, transformation of capability absolute.After adjusting all stat points to his attributes properly, Yaleem kept the sword hidden away from prying eyes. When he replaced Patriarch Wux by using his body as a shell through possession, Yaleem discovered a secret place under the bed. Fortune favored the prepared, hidin