The Pinnacle Of Life

Alex noticed that the Naga tribe members did not deceive each other like the humans. Nyx Trigleph was considered keener, but after being convinced of Alex’s identity as the Lord Saint, the reverence he showed was no less than Lena’s. It even contained more trepidation.

Nyx knelt before Alex. “I was terrified and guilty. The moment I received the Aqua Mail from Chief Rivers, I didn’t arrange for the right manpower to protect Lord Saint at once. I’m ashamed to face my ancestors and the great astrologist of the Naga tribe!”

Alex, who was holding his daughter, waved his hand. “Get up. It’s not a big deal. Under such circumstances, it would be too late even if you led the people to rush over for reinforcement.”

Lena, at the side, added to the backstabbing. “Nyx Trigleph, I knew you didn’t believe me!”

“But if you had rushed to our village right after receiving the message, the Undying Clan would not have killed so many of your people from the Nine Heavens Tribe. You could’ve reduced the casualties by half at least, or even more.”

Upon hearing it, Nyx regretted his decision.

Alex then met the leaders and village chiefs from various places. He heard a lot of bad news.

“The Undying Clan has raided the Cloudwave Tribe three hundred miles away in the East and wiped out the entire tribe!”

Brightborn Village, and Minos Village in the Southwest.

extending all the way to the estuary of the Dead Zone. The deadly Chi is

pouring from everywhere, one after

water poured on them from head to toe. Many people present hailed from those places, the obliterated villages, and tribes. They had relatives and friends who could never come back, so how could they not be sad

dancing was gone. Instead,

mocked us. Although we’re experiencing the darkest moments of our lives, we also have great light! The Lord Saint

to give her fervent speech, Alex was sitting at the side and feeding Bubbles with milk while holding her in his

the wisp of his divine sense was currently in communication with Cheryl, who

Waltz, Maya, Daya, Dorothy, and the rest all gathered around Cheryl

all of a sudden. Now that they could talk to him, there were so

Daya’s asking, how’s your daughter? Is she well-behaved? Can she eat

worry. She’s fine now. She can eat and sleep well. She’s

“Have you named her?”

She’s called Bubbles

What kind of sh*tty name is that? No way. That’s an awful name.

felt helpless and replied exasperatedly,