Chapter - 3591

Michael and Storm exchanged glances, fury evident in their gazes.

"Zeke!"

"Hand over the Demonic Lotus immediately, or we won't be so polite. You don't have much time left. The Demonic Lotus belongs to us, so you should return it to us humans!"

The two of them spoke without reservation, their auras growing increasingly sharp.

Zeke's gaze turned cold.

"Didn't you two hear me clearly? The Demonic Lotus was taken! Also, I don't owe you anything. What do you mean 'return it to you'?"

Zeke didn't hold back against their arrogance.

Even if the two teamed up, Zeke was confident that with his current strength, he could handle them.

"Enough, stop arguing."

Sensing the tension rise, Aretta quickly stepped in.

Her eyes held a hint of helplessness as she said, "Storm, don't you want to hear what Zeke has to say?"

"Hear what?" Storm's expression darkened as he coldly stared at Aretta. He sneered, "Aretta, are you trying to take the Demonic Lotus for yourself? You could have just told us directly! There's no need to be kind to Zeke. During his battle with Wade, you stayed far away!"

Indeed, when Wade and Zeke fought to the death, Aretta hadn't intervened. She had chosen to protect the disciples of her sect instead.

Of course, she had intended to help, but with Wade's overwhelming power at the time, had she not retreated, the disciples of Nimbus Sect would likely have been annihilated.

For this, she still harbored guilt toward Zeke.

Now that Storm had brought it up, Aretta's face instantly darkened.

She let out a long sigh, looking at Zeke with some remorse.

"Zeke, I was wrong before. Please..."

"I don't mind."

Zeke smiled slightly, waving his hand. "That's all in the past. The Demonic Lotus really isn't with me anymore. Even my battle weapons were stolen."

Storm sneered, "Who took them? You look perfectly fine. Who would believe you got robbed of your battle gear? Are you saying it was Vesper?"

"Hahaha!" Michael laughed coldly, adding, "Do you even know what Vesper has been up to recently? The witch you've been protecting has been running wild, killing many of our orthodox sect disciples! And you saved her? Aren't you betraying us humans?"

Zeke's face darkened slightly.

Vesper had been causing trouble? No, that isn't right. It must have been the Nine-Tailed Enchantress causing the chaos!

Trying to explain this to Storm and Michael wouldn't make a difference as they wouldn't believe him.

Frowning, Zeke fell silent for a while before replying seriously, "Rest assured, I will definitely capture her."

"Heh!" Storm's expression grew colder. "My fellow sect disciple, Morvran, was killed by her, and you just say you'll catch her? Seems like you and that witch are in league, huh!"

Michael nodded in agreement. "That's right. The way you're acting, you must have betrayed the orthodox sect! Trusting a witch will always lead to a bad end."

Zeke felt helpless, and his expression darkened slightly.

He didn't want to argue with Storm and Michael any further as there were more important things at hand.

"What about Vesper? We can catch her together. We're all at the zenith stage of Nebula Class, so it shouldn't be difficult to deal with her," he suggested.

"I can't believe you'd say that!"

Storm's rage flared instantly, his eyes blazing with fury.

"We set up this ambush specifically to trap Vesper. She must have sensed that her aura had been faked by us, and she may be sneaking in to see what's going on. But I never expected you to show up instead!"

Zeke sighed and cupped his fists slightly in apology.

"That's my mistake. I was in a hurry to find her too. She stole the Demonic Lotus and my weapons. I'm in quite a rush myself. Do you have any leads?"