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"Chloe, what do you intend to do?"

Fraspens demanded in a harsh tone, his voice raspy and aged, brimming with fury. Yet, this did not deter Chloe. He merely cast a cold glance at the crumpled Fraspens before turning to Freya and stating, "Freya, do you comprehend why I have spared your life?"

Freya gazed coldly at Chloe, perceiving this priest of the Golden Lion Tribe as a stranger.

Chloe answered himself, "For this very moment!"

"Your talent is the most extraordinary I have ever witnessed. Indeed, with your gifts, you stand a significant chance of reaching that legendary realm and becoming a deity of unparalleled might! As for me, I am out of time; I can feel the decay of my body, how easily the passage of time erodes me."

"I require a youthful vessel."

"You, Freya, are the optimal choice!"

"I shall seize your body, extinguishing your consciousness and soul. All that you currently possess will serve as sustenance for my ascent to greater power!"

"Of course, you are not the sole candidate!"

"The other exceptional priest candidates have also met their demise at my hands.It is their honor to become part of me as I grow stronger alongside them."

As his plan approached fruition,Chloe wielded a brazen smile, revealing the truth of his machinations.

His smile was grotesque, his face a tapestry of trembling wrinkles, and his murky eyes glinted with a predatory malice akin to that of a ravenous wolf. In the somber night, Chloe appeared as a demon risen from the depths of hell.

Freya seethed with rage.

She had never fathomed that in his quest for power, Chloe could descend into such madness, harming the very members of their tribe and dragging the Golden Lion Tribe to the brink of ruin.

Those tribe members had been nurtured under his care!

He was nothing but a devil.

Freya opened her mouth, yearning to unleash her pent-up fury.

Yet—

Chloe's immense mental force enveloped the entire tribal camp, particularly ensnaring Freya in an invisible prison, rendering her utterly motionless, even voicing her protests beyond her reach.

As Chloe approached...

His eyes reflected neither pity nor compassion, only a voracious excitement as he softly declared, "Freya, it is over. Your demise will grant me greater strength!"

"No!"

In that critical moment, Freya unleashed a desperate roar.

A formidable aura erupted from her, her golden hair shimmering with a faint radiance, while her eyes radiated a brilliant golden light.

This surge of power shattered the bonds imposed by Chloe's mental influence.

With Freya's cry, a spectral golden lion emerged behind her.

It was the manifestation of the Golden Lion Tribe's totem!

Witnessing this sight, Fraspens felt a surge of hope amidst despair.

There was still a chance!

The golden lion totem, in essence, served as the guardian of the Golden Lion Tribe, possessing extraordinary strength.

Yet, that flicker of hope was swiftly extinguished.

Upon seeing the spectral lion behind Freya, Chloe smirked disdainfully, casually gesturing as he pronounced in a deep tone, "Black Flame Wolf!"

Massive mental energy conjured several colossal wolves.

These colossal wolves was wreathed in black flames, their sharp fangs dripping with drool, exuding an aura of malevolence.

These were the brutally supernatural beings known as the Black Flame Wolves.

In an instant, the ravenous beasts of the Black Flame Wolves lunged at the golden lion. This was a lopsided confrontation. Within mere moments, the golden lion dissolved into light.Freya's breath faltered, her mind pierced by excruciating pain, while crimson blood slowly trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Chloe's arrogance intensified.

He mocked her, yet his words were laced with admiration and delight: "Freya, your talent is far more formidable than I had imagined, to be able to communicate with the tribal totem at such a moment!"

"However, this is where it all ends!"

"No one can thwart me!"

Chloe's heart surged with excitement as his mental power morphed into grotesque tendrils, extending toward Freya's head, seemingly intent on invading her mind.

In that moment, Freya succumbed to despair.

She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks—not from the impending death, but from memories of the days spent with Enzo.

During that time, she had come to understand certain truths.

Beyond strength and power, life held many pursuits worthy of endeavor.

Yet now, those feelings would be forever beyond her reach.

"Goodbye, Enzo. I wish you smooth sailing in your future."

Freya thought to herself, the only solace she could muster.

However, the anticipated death did not arrive. A familiar presence emerged before her, bringing warmth and hope.

She slowly opened her eyes.

"Enzo!" Freya exclaimed, her voice brimming with joy.

In the night, black wings reflected the silvery moonlight. The seemingly slight figure now resembled a towering mountain, steadfast against the raging storm, instilling profound reassurance.

Yet, after the joy came concern.

Freya's tone turned cold as she questioned, "Enzo, why have you come? You are not needed here!"

She wished for Enzo to leave.

At her words, Enzo turned, gazing intently at Freya as he replied, "I have come, have I not?"

Those words left Freya speechless, her heart swelling with emotion.

She could only softly whisper into Enzo's ear, "Chloe's mental prowess is exceedingly formidable; you must tread carefully."

Enzo nodded slightly, then turned to focus intently on Chloe.

Chloe's expression grew grave. The arrival of this uninvited guest instilled in him a palpable sense of pressure. On the ground, several writhing mental tendrils lay severed, remnants of Enzo's strike.

This left Chloe utterly perplexed.

In his perception, Enzo was merely a Level 5 priest, a figure whose power seemed no more significant than that of an insect—easily crushed underfoot.

Yet now, a complication had arisen.

His proud mental force could not penetrate Enzo's consciousness nor exert any influence . Although Enzo's mental strength was inferior, it was as unyielding as steel.

Chloe inquired, "How have you achieved this?"

After said that ,he added, "Your mental fortitude far exceeds that of an ordinary individual. This defies logic."

Enzo offered no reply. This man was but a madman, undeserving of further discourse.

His purpose here was to save.

Without hesitation, Enzo lifted the injured Freya, his black wings unfurling to create a tempest as he soared into the sky.

"Trying to escape? Halt at once!"

Chloe thundered, unleashing a colossal surge of mental energy that manifested as chains, hurtling towards Enzo. Rather than confront it directly, Enzo evaded by flapping his wings.

This, however, seemed a futile strategy.

Suspended in mid-air, Enzo encountered an invisible barrier that thwarted his passage, akin to a bird ensnared in a cage, flailing helplessly.

Moreover, he felt an increasing weight pressing down upon him.

The black wings of Black Feather began to show signs of tearing, prompting a grave shift in Enzo's demeanor.He understood that to escape unscathed, he must first confront Chloe.

At that moment, Freya weakly cautioned, "The Golden Lion Tribe's camp has been transformed into Chloe's spiritual domain. Within this realm, his power will be significantly amplified."

Enzo nodded slightly.

He descended to the ground, placing Freya in a secure position before advancing towards Chloe.

Seeing this, Chloe scoffed, "You think you can escape, you pitiful insect? That's nothing but a delusion!"

Enzo responded with action.

In the next instant, countless vines erupted from the ground, rapidly growing and surrounding Chloe in an instant before simultaneously launching an assault.

Confronted with such an onslaught, Chloe shook his head dismissively, "A foolish endeavor."

Under Chloe's command, his mental energy coalesced into sharp blades, which hovered in the air, severing the vines one by one.

Then, the blades turned their deadly gaze upon Enzo.

Yet at that moment, Chloe's expression shifted dramatically, fury erupting as he spat, "Damn you!"

The vines were not intended to kill Chloe; they merely sought to create chaos.

At this juncture, Enzo soared into the air once more, energy coalescing in his palm into a luminous sphere, striking against the invisible barrier, rendering it visible and steadily weakening it.

Chloe realized he had been outmaneuvered.

In that instant, he became deadly serious.

Chloe fixated on the airborne Enzo, a dark malevolence emanating from him, enveloped in dense black mist.

Even half of his face bore a peculiar crimson pattern, as if stained by blood.

His eyes were suffused with a red glare, and his voice took on a bizarre quality, as if two voices spoke in unison, creating an unsettling resonance. "Kid, I've changed my mind! Compared to Freya, your talent is far more formidable. I have decided—I shall devour your soul and inhabit your body!"

Chloe emitted an eerie laugh.

At that moment, Enzo's expression shifted entirely.

Not only he, but even the severely wounded Freya and the barely alive Fraspens sensed the change; they all raised their eyes to the sky.

The presence of moonlight prevented the night from being utterly dark.

Yet, that moon appeared to draw ever closer, its hue transforming into a deep red.

Chloe's chilling voice rang out: "Savor well this forbidden art from the deity—The Crimson Moon!"

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