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Raphael’s strength overpowers him. “You will never touch my woman again!” Godfrey is slammed to the ground, the impact shaking the earth beneath him, but he immediately gets up. Raphael unleashes a barrage of punches—up, down, straight, down again, then an uppercut that sends blood spraying from Godfrey’s mouth. It shouldn’t be happening now, yet seeing my man defend me sparks heat in my veins. Raphael looks irresistible in this moment.

It had just dropped a mountain on a human, and the human had not moved an inch. "My turn," I whispered inside the helmet. I raised my right hand. I did not throw a punch. I just placed my open, matte black palm flat against the Leviathan's massive basalt chest plate. I routed the stored energy from the terminal velocity drop and the Leviathan's own strike directly into the palm contact. I released the voltage. The kinetic backdraft was apocalyptic. A concentrated, localized shockwave of pure mechanical force erupted from my hand. It completely bypassed the Leviathan's external armor and detonated inside its high pressure liquid core.

The man whispered in Alpha's ears before start his punishment orders by the Goddess of werewolves. He whipped on his back. Alpha Raven controls his shrieks but it turns unbearable with the sweat. His bruises started to bleed and burn. The man continues whipping his back which tears his flesh. The people closed their eyes. They could tolerate their Alpha miserable and severe punishments. His screams were horrifying. One man brought burning red iron-red and wait for the Goddess to permit. Alpha Raven's flesh was torn like some beasts attacked on him. He was down with the punishment.

The psychopathic lord wailed, blinking eccentrically as his vision slowly rose from the darkness. The lord of hell gritted his teeth as a deep and throbbing pain exploded from behind his eyes, a strange oily green splitting across his vision; along with a sickly yellow; the colours causing his gut to churn in disgust. What the fuck was this? He growled within his mind, continuing to blink at a rapid pace as he shook his head. Attempting to push away the sickly unnatural colours. Darkous gasped lightly when they began to fade, slowly soaking into the metal implants that his father had forced upon him.

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

She should not be seeing this. Without thinking, I yelled, "I am Preston Whitmore's employer! I'm the CEO of Harlan Group!"

In an instant, a large black demonic flame covered down in mid-air, actually forcibly restructured the Eight Desolate Trapped God Chain, at the same time, this majestic force directly shocked the surrounding and other people to spit blood and flew backwards, only to see the wind yui hand lifted, the Eight Desolate Trapped God Chain once again the Spirit Dignity Pixi suppressed, before the eight black-robed people also rushed back, and immediately restructured the formation. "Roar--" the Spirit Dignitary let out a succession of unwilling, deep roars, Wind Specter's arms shook, a wave of demonic mist pressed toward it, a rumbling sound, the terrifying force shook the nearby ground cracked as w

With lightning-fast reflexes, Arka swung the machete in his hand and slashed at his opponent's wrist. Blood sprayed everywhere. Before the man could scream again— DUK! Arka's elbow slammed into the man's chest. The air seemed to explode out of his lungs all at once. His body collapsed like a sack of sand. On the other side, Black Garuda charged like a raging bull. "AAARGH!" A thug tried to slash at him. Black Garuda caught his arm. KRAK! The wrist was twisted until it cracked. The man screamed. But Black Garuda didn't stop.

Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair. “Change back. Change back now!” I demanded. He was scary. Probably more than the wolf that attacked me. Thankfully, the fur dissipated back into skin and his wolfish features turned back to manly ones, as two of his four arms turned back into arms and he was standing upright again. Naked.

Their right hand is stained with ink, holding a pen in their sleep with a bunch of crumpled paper on the floor. The door to the office creaked open and Wraith appeared, sticking his head in stealthily to see what the god has been up to all night. Scanning the mess on the floor and the wide open window that ruffles Yeojoon's hair gently, he deduced that the latter must've done an all nighter.