The First Heir

Greg Arnell was almost going crazy.

Many years ago, he went to Cochly Mountain on a guarding mission.

At that time, he had seen with his own eyes those unparalleled geniuses who came out from Cochly Mountain. All of them were incomprehensible with the current societal ideology. All of them were superhuman beings beyond imagination. Those people could turn the tide at every turn and even destroy a combat group with their own power.

Such an existence could not be compared with secular concepts at all. They existed in preparation for the final battle.

At this moment, although the people in front of him had only displayed a little of their combat prowess, Greg Arnell instinctively linked them with the people in Cochly Mountain.

That was because only the people who came out of there could have such unimaginable combat power. However, Greg also understood that they were different from the people who came out from Cochly Mountain. As for the exact difference, Greg had no time to think about it now.

That was because Philip had already walked up to him and asked him what his outcome was.

Greg’s eyes darkened as he looked around at the guards who were down on the ground, unable to stand. His eyes reflected a chill as he asked, “Who are you? Why do the guards around you have such a fighting power that goes beyond the existing world? Of the people I’ve seen, only those who came from Cochly Mountain can fight like this.”

eyebrows and asked, “Are you talking about the

The door!

actually knew

had guessed it right. Sure

But what I can’t figure out is that people like you shouldn’t be able

as he stared at Greg and said, “Interesting. You’re a person I’ve met in the secular world who knows about the door and the Nonagon. Then I can tell you that I’m not from behind the door, nor

was stunned. His eyes widened as he said incredulously, “How is that possible? With such combat power like yours, apart from the door and the Nonagon, there can’t be… Wait a minute,

thing. The one existence that

invincible existence that once ruled over Cochly Mountain and

It was the

He was a Clarke!

the Nonagon and was dispatched to Cochly Mountain to perform

weighed on everyone’s heart. That magnificent figure that