LOGINThe out-of-control Elijah seemed to fall into a brief haze. He needed an outlet, needed destruction, needed an opponent to appear so that he could release everything within him.At that moment, Elijah's gaze paused slightly, then slowly lifted. Those eyes, one like mist and the other like an abyss, empty of all reason, locked straight onto the figure that had long been standing at the edge of the stone platform.The closest person to him, the one with the clearest aura and the strongest sense of presence, was Carl.Carl still stood quietly with his hands behind his back, clad in a spotless black suit. His posture was detached and upright, like an eternal supreme deity overlooking this shattered world.Howling winds carried Chaos Mist and soul-devouring energy as they swept past, lifting his dark hair and stirring his clothes, yet they could never shake him in the slightest.Beneath his feet, a faint golden glow appeared and vanished like a slumberi
One had lived for thousands of years, vicious and cunning, bearing endless ferocious power, fighting without rest or death.Chaos Mist and Soul-devouring Energy had intertwined, collided, annihilated, and been reborn in madness atop the stone platform.Every collision of fists and feet shattered space and sent the earth sinking.Every clash of auras made the Three Realms tremble and the heavens thunder.Seal runes had exploded one after another, resentment from the Mystic Mountains surged skyward, winds and clouds changed color above the Ninefold Heaven, and ghosts wailed beneath the Nine Nether Hells.The battle that had once been deadlocked completely spiraled out of control.Raven and the three magical puppets were still locked in relentless slaughter in midair, golden light and malevolent energy scattering in all directions.At the center of the stone platform, Elijah and Mystic Vale were locked in a fight to the death, the heaven
At the corners of Mystic Vale's aged lips, that icy and frenzied smile grew ever deeper. He slowly stepped forward, the malevolent energy around him pausing for an instant. His voice sounded hoarse, like bones being ground together, carrying a unique depth and oppressive force as he spoke each word deliberately: "This was the second head-on collision."Carl's gaze remained indifferent as his eyes slowly swept across Mystic Vale's aged and sinister face. There was not the slightest ripple of emotion. His voice was cool yet calm, devoid of feeling, yet each word struck like thunder, crashing down upon Mystic Vale's body: "Mystic Vale, you should not have come."Those few simple words caused the malevolent energy around Mystic Vale to abruptly contract.He threw back his head and let out a low, grating laugh, the sound shaking the entire Mystic Mountains until they trembled violently. His white hair danced wildly, his aged eyes opened wide, and within those pitch-b
He had not expected that the child who looked utterly useless would possess such terrifying combat power.When he had been at City Hall before, he had crossed paths with that child. He had looked dull and vacant, unable to speak properly, yet now... he had actually destroyed two of his Zombie Puppets outright.He had originally thought that Carl had made the move, wanting to find out what consequences would follow once Carl acted.His black pupils contracted violently, the ferocity and arrogance in his eyes instantly replaced by extreme shock, wild delight, and a trace of deeply hidden fear.From the black-robed man's description, Mystic Vale seemed to have guessed the reason.That boy who seemed goofy and harmless had likely carried inside him the most terrifying Power of Disorder from some ancient primordial world, a raw force that even he had to fear.No wonder the Zombie Puppet that even the Heaven Spirit Phase found difficult to kill ha
A dim golden light shot skyward, piercing through the gray mist that clung to the mountain peak year-round and surging straight into the clouds."Formation, activate."Carl parted his lips slightly. His voice was not loud, yet it sounded like a decree of the heavens, resounding across the entire sealed land.As his words fell, the runes on the ground instantly came alive. Countless golden beams soared into the sky, weaving together in midair into a colossal net of light that tightly enveloped the entire core of the formation. Upon the light net flowed the forces of order, law, suppression, and sealing. Any Power of Disorder within this place was forced to bow.He slowly raised his right hand. At the tip of his slender fingers gathered a wisp of extremely faint yet incomparably heavy golden light—the primordial source of the heavens. It contained not the slightest intent to kill, yet possessed absolute authority to suppress all things.Carl st
Amelia looked at him deeply, then gave a slight nod. "Alright, I will wait for you at the hospital." She immediately stepped into the car."Drive," Carl instructed the driver in a calm voice.The driver did not dare to delay. He started the engine at once, and the black sedan slowly moved forward, gradually disappearing along the mountain road.Amelia lowered the window and looked back at Carl standing where he was, at Elijah unconscious in his arms. Worry inevitably filled her eyes. Only when the car turned a bend and that figure completely vanished from sight did she slowly raise the window again.Only after the sedan's taillights vanished entirely at the end of the road did Carl withdraw his gaze. He lowered his head to look at Elijah, still unconscious in his arms. His breathing had steadied somewhat, yet within the Energy Sea, the primordial source of Chaos continued to stir faintly, carrying the risk of breaking its seal again at any moment.
"Got it." The secretary had checked everything carefully.The old man thought for a moment: "Find a way to have someone else tell him what to say and what not to say. If he, Eliot, was smart enough, he should get it.""Yes." The secretary pushed up his glasses. "Don't worry, everything would be tak
At the same time.In the urban village.Jacque got the news, the developer who came this time had already submitted the application.Mr. Davis was also asking for the villagers' opinions.Usually when there was a demolition, according to some written rules, village officials had to do the villagers
Miles paused his fingers when he heard it, then reached out and patted Jensen's head."Jensen, you didn't have to say sorry to Grandpa. Looks like you already understood some things. Following your cousin and learning for so many days wasn't a waste. I thought you wouldn't be able to stick with it,
"The Molson family's eldest sons and grandsons all quit, it was obvious, the Molson family all knew this project was a money pit.""Even though it wasn't really cool for our own people to pull out their investment like that, who wanted to lose money?""Yeah, we were sharp and clear-headed too, stay







