A roar tore through the ruined land.Deep. Brutal. Almost like the ground itself was screaming back.From the broken fog ahead, more than a dozen Extraterritorial Evil Tribe creatures slowly stepped out. Their bodies were wrapped in thick, corrosive dark energy—just looking at them gave that uncomfortable, skin-crawling feeling, like instinct itself was saying, " Don’t go near that.Their eyes glowed a deep, ugly blood red.And then, almost at the same time, they opened their mouths.Rows of sharp silver fangs showed up—messy, uneven, packed tightly together. Cold metallic shine. Honestly, just seeing it made your scalp tighten a bit.Boom.Before they could even take another step forward, the Underground Fire Dragon moved first.It raised its massive head and roared. The sound alone shook the air.Then came the fire.A wave of molten flames erupted from its mouth, like a volcano finally collapsing. It surged forward and swallowed the dozen creatures in an instant.Roar!Screams follo

The forest was eerily silent.Not the peaceful kind either. It was the kind of silence that feels heavy, like it’s pressing straight onto your chest. Even the wind barely moved through the twisted trees, as if it didn’t want to disturb whatever death had settled there.Whatever hope the Blade Tribe had… it was already gone.They were once strong. Respected, even feared by nearby super clans. A tribe of warriors who trained their bodies like blades—sharp, disciplined, unbreakable. That was their pride.But now?That pride was buried under blood and ruin.All their senior members had been killed.Their most talented geniuses were gone without a trace.And all that was left were three young women standing at the edge of collapse, breathing unevenly, eyes shaken with disbelief and fear. It still didn’t feel real to them. Like a nightmare they hadn’t woken up from.If they hadn’t stepped away from the main group earlier… just for a short moment… they wouldn’t even be here now. They would’v

A faint light flashed in Kaelen Viremont’s eyes the moment he heard Talan speak.Surprise, just for a second. Then something closer to satisfaction.Honestly, he didn’t expect it. Talan—the old demonic dragon who usually stayed quiet like he didn’t care about anything—had apparently been busy in the background this whole time. Quietly researching, refining, messing with something as dangerous as Life Grafting.It was a little unsettling… and also impressive in its own way.Kaelen let out a slow breath and finally looked back at the three Blade Tribe women behind him.“Stay here,” he said simply. “I’m going to capture an Extraterritorial Evil Tribe member.”No extra explanation. No hesitation.Just a fact.The weight behind those words, though… it wasn’t small.“Yes, Heir of Thornreach.”All three responded at once.Respectful. Almost automatic.Maybe they hadn’t fully realized it yet, but somewhere along the way, Kaelen had become the only stable thing left in their world. Everything

Under the cold steel mask, Kaelen Viremont’s expression shifted ever so slightly.Honestly, even he didn’t expect things to go this smoothly.He had assumed intimidation would work. Maybe a bit of fear, a bit of hesitation from them. But not this. Not total obedience.Just a small release of the authority embedded in the Demon Sovereign Armor—that alone had been enough.Hundreds of Extraterritorial Evil Tribe members dropped to their knees at once.No resistance. No questions. Just instant submission.Kaelen stood still for a moment.His eyes moved slightly beneath the mask as a thought formed.So… this is their system.Strict. Absolute. No middle ground at all.And more importantly—Easy to control if you know where to stand.A quiet calculation began forming in his mind.Maybe this wasn’t just about sneaking in anymore.Maybe there was something bigger here.Control.Not just hiding among them… but actually influencing them.His gaze grew colder, sharper.If used properly, this so-c

The Skyhammer Tribe.Just hearing that name was enough to make most super clans take notice.They weren’t weak. Not at all.And yet… even their most treasured clan relic had ended up taken away.The Nine Heavens Stellar Hammer.A legendary half-step Saint Weapon.Kaelen Viremont’s eyes narrowed slightly under the Demon Sovereign Armor.Even he felt it for a moment—just a small flicker of surprise.But it didn’t last long.Soon enough, that surprise faded into something else.Almost like… amusement.Fate really did like jokes sometimes.If he were still outside the Saint-level region, things would’ve been completely different. Back then, the Skyhammer Tribe, Black Demon Tribe, Sword Clan… all of them had been hunting him down at once.One mistake and he’d have been gone.No second chances.But now?Now the roles had flipped completely.The Skyhammer Tribe wasn’t hunting anymore.They were the ones captured.And their clan treasure… was right here.Kaelen stepped forward slowly.He coul