Lilith

Even without the tenfold power card, my strength is considerable. Guan Ling's attempts to break free only spurred me to run faster, dragging this wild girl along as I sprinted out of the Flying Cat Valley.

It was only when I finally exited that I heard the chilling cries echoing from within the valley— the massacre was about to commence, and I was certain this was a scheme premeditated by Snooker.

A heavy miasma of death enveloped the skies above Flying Cat Valley, where the winged creatures known as flying cats screeched in panic, swirling chaotically above, while the scent of blood surged forth like a tide.

In that fleeting moment, countless lives were undoubtedly lost. The undead possess the ability to siphon blood to enhance their strength;

I had always assumed they were akin to vampires. However, the undead created through dark magic are entirely different beings, their power far more terrifying.

Their perfected forms can absorb the essence of all living beings without the need for biting, simply passing by can turn an area into a realm of death.

If it weren't for my Time-Space Enforcer abilities providing an early warning, I might have been among the unfortunate souls transformed into vengeful spirits in Flying Cat Valley.

Compared to these terrifyingly powerful beings, I am still too inexperienced. No wonder Snooker has no interest in the Demon Sealing Mercenary Corps;

it seems they have alternative methods to enhance their strength."

I activated the Illusory Butterfly Contract, and a dozen or so spectral butterflies from the underworld appeared, ethereal and shimmering in the air.

With a graceful sweep of my hands, a wave-like air mirror materialized, revealing the scene in Flying Cat Valley before my eyes.

Snooker's subordinate, half of his body petrified, struck his own chest with a powerful punch, shattering the petrified parts of his body, and the remaining flesh began to rapidly regenerate. Up until this point, the battle seemed relatively normal. However, the subsequent transformations were quite bizarre;

the restored man in the suit—oh! He should now be referred to as the Bare-Running Man—let out a roar, and part of his body transformed into a mist of blood that instantly spread outwards. Many spectators, emboldened by their own abilities, drew closer to the fray, but anyone who came into contact with the blood mist immediately withered into a dried husk, their appearances horrifying. The battle had begun to ensnare the innocent, which is not unusual on Demon Island, a realm devoid of law and order.

An Qiusheng's expression, previously as stoic as stone, now bore a grave seriousness in response to these changes, yet what followed surpassed anyone's expectations. Upon witnessing his subordinate's rampage, Snooker issued a command, and those dressed in black suits from the Locke Group followed suit, unleashing their own blood mist with feral howls. The first victims were those allied with Snooker.

Thankfully, I had declined Snooker's invitation to join him. This man is indeed up to no good. The true power of the undead lies in their ability to transform vitality into death. Due to Snooker's attack, chaos erupted in Flying Cat Valley; those with defensive artifacts or abilities joined the fray, while the less capable fled for their lives.

An Qiusheng was infuriated; he had not anticipated Snooker's sudden betrayal, nor his ruthless slaughter. He hastily rallied his subordinates for a counterattack, but it was a moment too late. Upon seeing the scene displayed by the spectral butterflies, Guan Ling immediately covered her mouth. Fortunately, she is a resilient girl and did not succumb to emotional turmoil.

I utilized this artifact to assess the situation in the valley, merely to confirm a suspicion. The scene had become uncontrollable in an instant, and with no viable options left, I pulled Guan Ling along and boarded a Cadillac parked outside the valley.

I immediately pressed the accelerator, racing away like a wild stallion. Snooker's plan is utterly insane; the undead may not be invincible, and while An Qiusheng may not fear them, many others do!

As long as enough lives are taken, the power of the undead will become terrifying, especially when the enemies are few and their own strength is considerable. Undoubtedly, the Locke Group's plan to rebuild the mercenary corps will proceed smoothly.

This tyrannical approach will also serve to intimidate potential enemies harboring ill intentions towards the Locke Group. The rules of Demon Island dictate that those with the strongest fists and the most ferocity hold the power to speak.

Snooker and his ilk have done nothing wrong; the only misstep is my strained relationship with Snooker, marked by friction and a lack of common interests. He has turned against me, and I am powerless to change that.

Before Snooker comes looking for trouble, it is wise for me to leave Demon Island—this place is fraught with danger. I did not head to the Demon Island Grand Hotel but instead made my way directly to the training camp of the Demon Sealing Mercenary Corps. Once I leave Demon Island, the sky is the limit;

Snooker will have to find someone before he can trouble me.

Is Demon Island always this bloody?

Uh! Indeed, it is a world where slaughter and terror coexist! Do you have doubts?" "Then why did my father send me here?

He said it would be safer than outside, that I could develop my self-defense abilities, and that this was the only place to evade his enemies.

Guan Ling was visibly agitated, her fists clenched tightly. I gently patted her hand, signaling her to relax, and replied, "Your father is not wrong; however, I suspect he may be unaware of what this place truly entails. If you resent your father for sending you to such a perilous location, there is no need." "How did you survive in this place?

Guan Ling proved to be more resilient than I had anticipated. When she posed that question, I suddenly sensed a familiar presence and quickly pushed open the car door, leaping onto the roof, shouting, "Take the wheel and drive straight ahead!

In the night sky, a familiar silhouette sliced through the silence—Lilith, clad in black combat attire, descended before me. She had been floating in the air, trailing us for quite some time. Without the aid of magical wings or artifacts, she could soar freely through the sky, and her combat prowess had undergone a dramatic transformation since our last encounter.

Her expression was a complex tapestry as she regarded me. Faced with the first woman in my life, I found it impossible to summon any fighting spirit, even though I knew deep down that Lilith had come to kill me.

Snooker was relentless, never changing in his vengeful nature—truly a petty man.