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Chapter - 3466

Chapter - 3466

Having done all this, Wade remained nonchalant, as if it were nothing.

He was both ruthless and brutal.

His indifferent voice echoed once more.

"Did I say I wanted to kill her?" Wade continued, "The Demon Lord's orders were clear. She is to offer her power to me so that our demonic sect can dominate the Secret Realm of Mount Kush. There's no need for any formation. My strength surpasses all within the secret realm, and no one can match me. If she comes, I won't kill her but will have her end her own life and release her spiritual energy."

Everyone exchanged glances, and soon, someone nodded in agreement.

"Lord Wade is right!"

"Lord Wade's strength is unmatched! Lord Wade is peerless!"

On the other side, Vesper's face was filled with worry without a hint of a smile.

She used to jest with Zeke, sometimes with a cold smile, but at least she smiled. She wasn't always frowning.

Now, she was cold as ice.

Inside the camp, she had absorbed the heaven's energy. It was already the middle of the night. She stared at the world outside the house without saying a word for a long time.

Zeke looked at her curiously.

Why is this witch acting so out of character? This is strange.

"Vesper, what's wrong?" he asked directly.

Vesper looked back, her gaze indifferent.

"Zeke, you might as well leave. I'll let you go in the morning, and you'll find your own opportunities in the future. Maybe we'll meet again."

"Um..." Zeke hesitated. "Why?"

Vesper produced a broken dark badge.

Zeke was even more puzzled.

"Hmm?"

"This is a top prodigy demonic cultivator's Life and Death Badge. Once one dies, it will shatter," Vesper explained. "Now, one has already fallen."

Hearing this, Zeke wanted to laugh, but he dared not.

What a fantastic turn of events this was! Someone had killed the demonic cultivator's top prodigy. Vesper might not be very happy, but Zeke was ecstatic.

Vesper saw him trying to suppress his smile and arched her brows.

"I know you're elated, but this might not necessarily be a good thing for you. In the future, you need to be cautious. If I..."

She fell silent, unwilling to say the rest.

"Finish your words."

Zeke raised an eyebrow, feeling particularly frustrated. Why did Vesper always have a habit of leaving her sentences half-finished?

Hearing that, Vesper forced out a smile.

"If I die, I hope you'll still be alive. Don't think about me."

Zeke was stunned.

Why would he miss a demon cultivator?

It wasn't like they shared a profound emotional connection.

Vesper had helped him, and he owed her a debt of gratitude for heaven's energy. But that didn't mean he had to have feelings for her.

Zeke only had one person in his heart.

"What on earth happened?" Zeke asked with a furrowed brow. "You're acting very strange today. It's not normal at all. Tell me what's going on."

"You're not worthy of knowing" Vesper sneered.

Gosh.

Zeke rolled his eyes. If she didn't tell him, he wouldn't want to know either.

"Fine, it's a deal. Let me go when dawn breaks, and I'll leave immediately," Zeke said.

I'll just leave. Leaving is a good idea.

Originally, the agreement with Vesper was to let him go after the Secret Realm of Mount Kush closed. Since Vesper decided to do it this morning, he wouldn't ask for more.

After leaving, he would find Elvis and Anvindr. He would continue to hunt for the heaven's energy in the late stage of Sun and Moon Class in the Secret Realm of Mount Kush searching for opportunities within. As for the Demonic Lotus, Zeke had given up on getting it.

With so many people coveting this item, given his current abilities, it would be difficult to get such a valuable thing.

After all, obtaining the complete Demonic Lotus was virtually impossible. Only by defeating all the top prodigies in the secret realm who had acquired the petals, was there a sliver of possibility.

"Okay!" Unexpectedly, Vesper didn't even attempt to persuade him to stay and simply agreed with a nod.

It seemed that the intention was not to test whether Zeke wanted to escape, but rather, to genuinely let him go.