From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chapter 493 461 Chapter Father and Son

Felix gasped continuously, feeling a sense of exhaustion and powerlessness as if rivers had dried up in his mind, due to the enormous consumption of Spiritual Power, and with two low-level Monarch Extraordinary Exponents attacking from both sides simultaneously, he had no way to defend both sides for the moment.

"Swoosh!"

A Forbidden rare artifact's power suddenly activated, rendering Felix completely immobilized on the spot. Although the inability to move was brief, it still had a significant impact.

What's happening?

He wanted to use the rune power "Counterattack Barrier" in the opportunity, but to his shock, the recent Fusion Ability had indeed exhausted his rune power's activations.

This is bad!

Felix's eyes widened in an instant as he, on instinct, used the last of his Spiritual Power to conjure a green Poison Arrow, taking the form of the rune power "Poison Green."

His shot might not be guaranteed to hit, but if it did, it could poison and kill a Monarch powerful expert!

However, he could only target one of the two Monarch powerful experts, while the other would undoubtedly destroy his body completely without hesitation!

The two Monarch powerful experts, one was manipulating the winds around, body ethereal, and the other controlled raging flames, like a demon; they were brothers from a Rhea family, the Vender family.

Since childhood, the Vender brothers had been in perfect sync, their combined attacks always threatening, seldom missing.

The elder Vender rushed forward, and in an instant, the flames appeared to receive a Summoning, leaping up from the horizon, transforming into a red giant dragon weaving through the clouds, its path igniting the air and bursting into blinding light.

This flame giant dragon, bearing the power of Destruction and rebirth, dove straight at the immobilized Felix, unstoppable in its momentum.

"Wind, rend him asunder!" chanted the younger Vender brother.

The once gentle breeze turned violent suddenly, gathering into a force not to be underestimated—carrying endless power and speed, it shot up to the skies then plummeted down, about to collide head-on with the fiery giant dragon.

Caught in the middle of the two forces was no one else but Felix, staring wide-eyed, tangibly feeling despair.

At that moment, a thick black mist surged from Felix's body!

The next instant, he disappeared without a trace!

The collision of wind and fire erupted into an unspeakably magnificent spectacle!

The flames, fanned by the ferocious wind, spread more wildly, forming splendid spirals of fire, twisting and interweaving, unleashing energy capable of annihilating heaven and earth!

The wind, bolstered by the power of the flame, grew even more ferocious. It was like an invisible blade, slicing through the air, pushing the power of the flames to the extreme! Read exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

But no matter how powerful an attack, it's meaningless if it doesn't hit its target.

"That Fischer has disappeared!"

The hot-tempered elder Vender brother bellowed, while the other brother of the Vender family remained silent, sensing the sudden disappearance of their foe even sooner.

The black mist reappeared not far away, and Felix just emotionlessly shot the Poison Arrow from his hand.

"Whoosh!"

On the Poison Arrow, drops of liquid glistening like solidified emeralds oozed slowly, a perfect blend of Poison Green and Natural Essence, each drop containing a terrifying power capable of instantly downing a fierce beast.

The poison-laden green arrow tore through the air, whistling sharply as it shot towards the elder Vender!

Due to Felix's sudden disappearance and reappearance without any signal or Energy Fluctuation, the elder Vender, who controlled the flames, was struck directly by the Poison Arrow.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

He screamed in agony immediately, struggling to resist the spread of the toxin, expertly using the high temperature of the flames to neutralize the poison, yet he lost his combat strength instantly.

"Die!"

The younger Vender, controlling the gusting winds, bellowed in rage, activating the Forbidden rare artifact on his body, the "Reckless" black belt, No. 3233, at the cost of ten years of his lifespan to boost his power to mid-level Monarch for a brief time!

His eyes wide with fury, no longer silent, he shouted with strength and resolve:

"Spawn of the Fischer family monster! Child of the Cyart demon! Felix, you church traitor, heretic—dying here is the only fate you deserve!"

Felix watched this scene very cautiously, kneeling on one knee, head splitting with pain.

Spiritual Power... is exhausted...

The air was torn by an unseen force, thousands of sharp Wind Blades sprang from nothing, like blades summoned by the god of rage, slicing through the sky, converging into an unstoppable storm.

The storm was no longer just a violent wind, but a dance of destruction woven from Wind Blades, each blade possessing the strength to move mountains and cleave rocks. They interwove in the air, collided, and roared deafeningly, as if playing the most intense symphony between heaven and earth, yet filled with the scent of death!

As the storm approached, the ground shook, trees were snapped in half, rocks crumbled, and dust billowed.

"You may kill me, but the Fischer family will never fail; this name will never fall."

Felix's expression was serious, his will always strong; but he had exhausted his Spiritual Power, no longer able to launch a counterattack, incapable of defense.

Just then, an unusual shadow appeared in the sky, instantly drawing everyone's gaze!

"Aoo!"

With a deafening dragon roar, the giant Demon Dragon burst through the clouds like a sovereign breaking free from the Abyss, its massive body casting a shadow over the sun as its scales shimmered with a metallic, cold brilliance.

Arrogantly unfurling its wings, each scale gigantic as a sail, the body maintained its posture steadily within the storm without the slightest tremble.

Its eyes blazed with raging flames, and a powerful gust surged forth from its mouth, fiercely colliding with the rampaging storm!

The storm itself seemed to hesitate in front of the Demon Dragon, its razor-edged winds losing their sharpness against the Dragon's hard scales and deflecting away.

"Father!"

A surge of ecstasy welled up inside Felix, and even with a splitting headache, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of his father in the sky.

"Darren Fischer!"

The brother from the Vender family widened his eyes, a uncontrollable fear flashing through them as his body shuddered subconsciously.

"Hmph!"

With a cold laugh, Darren circled in the sky, each swipe of his massive claws accompanied by a deafening whooshing sound, as if the entire heavens were his stage, and he the sole protagonist of this performance.

The next moment, a tide of Black Tide surged forth!

That storm finally dissipated into nothing!

"Damn Siya demon! Fischer's executioner! Don't be so smug!"

The Vender brother still wanted to resist, but suddenly, he noticed an ominous shadow creeping up silently, obscuring the sunlight and causing everyone to look up in alarm!

"How is this possible?"

"God!"

A colossal creature—the remnants of the Three-Headed Dragon, torn asunder by an invisible force and plummeting from the depths of the clouds with a howling wind and earth-shaking momentum.

Even in its broken state, its vast body commanded reverence.

Each of the three dragon heads was ferocious and terrifying, and although devoid of life, they still exuded the imperious demeanor they possessed before death. The mottled scales covering the wreckage were scorched and shattered, silently proclaiming the horror of its final battle.

"Boom!"

The remnants of the Three-Headed Dragon crashed heavily onto the battlefield, the ground trembling, dust and debris flying, as if even the air froze in that moment.

A tremendous impact created a massive crater, destroying everything nearby and leaving the scene unrecognizable.

"Impossible! You, you actually killed it in such a short time! And we didn't even notice! How could this be?"

The face of the Vender brother was filled with disbelief, never expecting that Duke Darren Fischer could silently achieve such a feat!

All the Cyart people burst into jubilation, while the soldiers of the Rhea Alliance were stunned, incredulously witnessing the scene before them. Many soldiers' legs grew weak, almost collapsing to the ground.

Darren suddenly surged forward, his enormous size belied by incredible speed, and in the next instant, he had already moved to another part of the battlefield.

"No!"

The brother from the Vender family was crushed under the massive claw in despair, instantly reduced to an unrecognizable mass of flesh and blood, dead beyond death, while his brother, upon seeing this scene, also finally gave up resistance and let the toxin take his life in resignation.

Everyone stood agape.

"Aoo!"

An unprecedented roar tore through the air, the Darren from the Abyss venting his madness and fury.

His roar was deep and sonorous, carrying endless authority and the power of destruction, making every soul on the battlefield tremble.

As the roar continued, an invisible pressure enveloped the entire battlefield, eerily morphing into a laugh, one that mixed the triumph of a victor, the disdain for the weak, and the excitement of an impending slaughter.

Darren's laughter was like a demonic echo, causing the morale of the Rhea people to collapse instantly as fear spread among them like a plague.

Amidst that overwhelming laughter, countless Rhea people began to falter, their eyes losing the resoluteness and ferocity of days past, replaced instead by deep fear and despair.

They knew that against such a powerful being, any resistance was futile.

Thus, one by one, the Rhea people laid down their weapons, knelt down with hands raised over their heads, signaling their surrender.

"We surrender! Duke Fischer! We've lost!"

"Spare us! We concede!"

"Cyart people, spare us!"

At that moment, the entire battlefield seemed to hit the pause button, with only Darren's insane laughter still echoing through the air. No other sounds were heard, as even the Cyart people found themselves speechless.

And the surrendering enemies, thick as tide waters, gradually covered the entire battlefield.