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."

in seclusion, her abilities had soared beyond the

fifth-rank power user was of no concern

everyone upon receiving that message, the outcome of

to have

blow of full force from the seventh

was sent flying,

him

be incapacitated by a single blow was somewhat

and Abigail were locked

this formidable adversary who had eluded her for

Fair is fair.

powers neared the tenth rank, Abigail's strength was indeed monstrous. A pity she

back to the lab for a

energy waves intensified suddenly. Vivienne squinted, hurrying to Percival's side, ready

woman's garments fluttered as she traced an arc in

"Vivienne, be careful."

Percival who pulled her to safety, though Vivienne felt the near miss on her internal

frowned, "The Spirit Suppression

rank," Percival wiped a trace of blood from his lip, his

wedding day.

a spark of

rank, facing a barrier-breaker like Abigail required endurance. But with Vivienne by

bombs or a path of fire and brimstone, could

curved, "Mr. Wolf, it's been a while since

woman in red scoffed unabashedly at their resolve, "Thinking you can stop me? Neither

gaze darkening as she flicked her fingertips, sending a

tilt of her head, dismissing Vivienne's tactics as child's play, "Such naive tricks are

with your death can I truly savor this divine feast bestowed upon me by the heavens." Percival's eyes glinted with a merciless chill, his aura

he stood unyielding, "A person of limited talent dares to boast such

in rage but quickly composed itself as she attacked with even greater ferocity, clearly agitated,

insecurities were her obscured beauty and her natural

strengths, she couldn't have