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Immobile. “Sounds like you couldn’t find an easy female, so you had to buy one,” she giggled. Gods, her laughter was sweet music to my ears. “That’s kind of pathetic. Don’t you think?” She reached up on her tip-e-toes and bit my bottom lip. She tugged. One of her fangs sliced through my lips. The pain was brief and heavenly. “Woman,” I growled at her. “Ansley the Devourer of Souls.” Her lips curled into a devious smile, and utter wickedness washed over her delicate features.

Calliope's college, if anyone could have something to extract the cell eater, it would be Iris De Compte. “Earis… you have to calm down! Try to breathe okay… please,” Vanya said, tightening her grip around me, trying to stop me from crawling at my own throat. Every breath I inhaled made it worse, it felt like they gave off spores when they came in contact with oxygen, and each matured cell eater reproduced in hundreds. “Fuck! Alpha Voss would be looking for us now! Earis!” Marble screamed in frustration. “Okay, that's enough! Keep your eyes on the road and stop yelling. Not everyone can heal as fast as you!” Vanya ordered.

"Look at them. They’re afraid of her." "They should be," Nomo replied. "I’m afraid of her, and I love her. God help anyone who tries to take that light away from her now." But as he watched, something changed. The largest Sun-Eater—the one with the massive thermal signature—didn't charge. It stood at the edge of the courtyard, its glowing orange core shifting and swirling until it took on a more humanoid shape. It was taller than the others, more refined, its translucent skin looking almost like polished amber. It didn't hiss; it stood in a silence that felt heavier than the screams of the dying monsters around it.

Then, a reverberating sound was heard, followed by a scream. However, in everyone's eyes, Tadhg Walter was still standing, but Eagle Eye flew back forth, from the corner of his mouth a fresh blood shot out, forming a red line. Harding Marcus and the restaurant manager fell into silence, their minds entering a blur. This can't happen, if it's Tadhg Walter has the strength, at worst the two have to fight a demon scream god sad, no reason is so easy. But the cruel fact that Tadhg Walter was a blow to the Eagle Eye, how could they believe.

Getting near to it brashly might end up with one being hit by a rogue vital spirit. This was the vital energy of a stage-nine major martial god. It was certain death if one was struck by it. Chase could only observe the situation quietly. "What's wrong with that thing, Sect Master Chase?" Theo transmitted the questions to Chase when he saw the Eastern Guardian writhing. "I destroyed its mind and soul. It's not far from death," Chase replied coldly. He had also transmitted his answer to Willow and the others. What? The Eastern Guardian was a stage-nine major martial god!

The creature's back broke the surface, a good nine meters across, its skin half-clear on top, dark gray underneath. They could even make out its last meal through its belly: Giant squids, deep-sea worms—all formidable beings from the Abyss, reduced to prey. Among them, semi-transparent shapes—clearly the notorious Ocean Eater Eels. "Remember, Ocean Eater Eels grow by devouring each other," the informant hastily reminded them. It seemed impossible for it to have grown so large in mere hours. Alexander, fueled by rage, did not give a damn. He was already speeding toward the Ocean Eater Eel on his boat.

said God of Death, pointing at Elva. Everyone nodded their heads. “Especially the Moon Goddess,” he chuckled. A dark hole was forming before Elva. Elva’s disheveled and gloomy spirit was being dragged down to hell. The misshaped of other ghouls was cackling with enthusiasm. The God of Death’s black shadow warp into the ground and vanished. The coldness around them disappeared and they could breathe normally again. “Phew! I never want to meet the God of Death again,” said Prince Bo.

"Water's not an issue. Food's not an issue. As long as you do your job, you'll eat meat every day. And if you like spicy food, I've got plenty of chili." He'd stockpiled mountains of food from zombie drops and supply crates, all stored safely in his subspace—never spoiling, never expiring. Bella looked up, red-eyed, and gazed at him. In that moment, this cold, ruthless man seemed to radiate a kind of saintly glow. "Meat... every day? And chili?" "Mhm." She sniffled, swallowed her tears, and nodded firmly. "Boss. From now on, I'm calling you Boss. Tomorrow? You point, I scrap. Even if it's a Jaeger or a BattleMech, I'll tear it apart."

“Nothing is impossible, my child. That place lies beyond the realm of the gods and is known as the Tomb of the Gods. It opens only once every few years and is a place teeming with alien life and various treasures within. This has been recounted and happens frequently in the Realm of the Gods; now… do you understand why I said this tournament isn’t just about fighting disciples from other sects?” Xiao Chen fully understood why the Grand Elder had said that it wouldn’t just be disciples or other young generations who would become their enemies later on. There are all sorts of strange creatures, including the lifeforms inside—nothing is certain, and no one can predict what will happen. That’s w

I hastily shrank back behind the wall, pressing my back hard against the coarse bricks and looking up at the small patch of night sky above me. In the past, I had thought his love was real. Even if all he had left was a desire for atonement, it was still a genuine bond that existed between us. Yet, reality dawned on me that night. The vows he had made to me all those years ago, and the silence he left another woman with tonight, were both what Nikolai did best—becoming exactly who everyone wanted him to be. With trembling hands, I fished out my phone from my pocket and tapped on a contact I had kept buried for a long time, Dr. Sinclair. He was a leading international expert in psychological