The Million-Dollar Heart

The members of the Nine Mystics Society had already arrived, and Thomas, along with his crew, had broken free from the clutches of the dark-cloaked adversaries. The remaining foes were left to the capable hands of the Emerald Mountain's senior brothers.

Not far off, the sky darkened ominously as a group of dark-cloaked figures appeared once more, their sights set determinedly on Vivienne.

The Nine Mystics Society positioned themselves in a defensive formation, ready for both attack and defense.

Vivienne, however, was fixated on the looming crowd ahead.

There, amidst them, was her true target.

A wave of energy morphed into existence from the air, aiming straight for her vitals.

Percival, ever vigilant, wrapped an arm around Vivienne's waist and dodged the assault with ease.

A woman in red, her figure shrouded in mystery and her face hidden behind a veil, appeared before Vivienne. Despite the disguise, Vivienne recognized her instantly. "Abigail!"

Vivienne's voice was firm, leaving no room for retort.

The woman chuckled behind her hand, her voice dripping with seduction, "Vivienne, we finally meet."

Vivienne scoffed, "Haven't we already met before?"

Ignoring her, the woman in red flicked her crimson nails, signaling the dark-cloaked figures, "Her powers are beneath you. Capture her for me. I want her to watch as her loved ones perish before her eyes."

With that, an attack was launched at Percival.

Hearing this, Vivienne's expression darkened.

She had guessed right; Abigail's vendetta was against Mr. Wolf.

Following her command, a dark-cloaked figure aimed a vicious blow at Vivienne.

Vivienne raised her hand in a mere gesture, and the assailant's power dispersed into the air, rendered useless.

Shocked, a raspy voice emerged from beneath the mask, "Your powers exceed the fifth rank?"

Vivienne smirked, "Fifth rank? That was me half a year ago."

she spent in seclusion, her abilities had soared beyond the

user was of no concern to

she had prepared for everyone upon receiving that message,

only to have his power extinguished

of full force from the seventh

was sent flying, blood spewing

him

be incapacitated by a

Percival and Abigail were locked in intense

full attention to this formidable adversary who had eluded her for so

Fair is fair.

rank, Abigail's strength was indeed monstrous. A pity

Vivienne would have been intrigued to bring her back

hurrying to Percival's side, ready

as she traced an arc in the air,

"Vivienne, be careful."

though Vivienne felt the near

"The Spirit Suppression Pill has lost its

her breaking through to the tenth rank," Percival wiped a trace of blood from his lip, his

be their wedding day. To have

spark of intrigue, "Mr.

reached the heights of the tenth rank, facing a barrier-breaker like

barrage of bombs or a path of fire and brimstone, could stop him

been

red scoffed unabashedly at their resolve, "Thinking you can stop me? Neither of you will leave here

gaze darkening as she flicked her fingertips, sending a

head, dismissing Vivienne's tactics as child's play, "Such naive tricks

launched a fierce palm strike at Percival, her tone full of arrogant certainty, "Only with your death can I truly savor this divine feast bestowed upon me by the heavens." Percival's eyes

with Abigail, he stood unyielding, "A person of limited talent

attacked with even greater ferocity, clearly agitated, "What does it matter? Once you're dead, your

her obscured beauty and her natural aptitude for

her method of absorbing others' strengths, she couldn't have even dreamt of