Chapter 1892

His gaze remained fixed on a particular pile of rubble, an unsettling calm

before the storm. Then, in an instant, the darkness within him receded,

replaced by a calculated silence. He moved toward the ruins with a

deliberate grace, intent on catching whatever lay hidden off guard and

delivering a crushing blow.

Boom!

Despite his careful plotting, the ruins erupted prematurely, and from within, a

crimson figure sprang forth, as if defying the very fabric of expectation.

“Stay here!”

Rhett’s punch cut through the air with lethal intent, aimed at subduing the elusive fighter who had been ensconced within the Quillen residence. His

confidence was unshakable–he was, after all, the reigning monarch of Dark

Night Island.

Yet as his fist neared the opponent’s cloak, the force of his strike dissipated

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Chapter 1892 The Clash of Shadows

into nothingness. The figure used the diversion to vault onto a charred tree,

its presence a daunting silhouette against the smoldering backdrop.

Rhett’s heart skipped a beat. The figure’s cloak, nearly identical in hue to his

own, was only a shade more crimson, suggesting an opponent whose

strength might rival his own.

“Who are you?” Rhett demanded, his voice a low growl.

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The cloaked man, his face obscured by an Envoy Aora mask, regarded Rhett

with equal caution. He had lain in wait within the Quillen residence,

anticipating Emmanuel’s return to ambush and annihilate the couple. The

appearance of another formidable adversary was an unforeseen

complication.

“Holy Guardian, Rhett.” The man’s voice bore a hint of mockery. Rhett’s

for formidable opponents was undeniable,

warranted a

you been skulking in the Quillen residence?” Rhett’s

The

a subtle menace creeping

of knowing

with deliberate

leave here alive.”

as he took a menacing step

choose to leave, no force can

his aura radiating a

test that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped

supple material, it spun with

razor–sharp and ready

Boom!

leaped nimbly from the

with a thunderous crash

see you withstand this!” The

The

from beneath

narrowed, astonished by the unexpected display

the searing intensity of the Queen

broader, and

his flames had found

to advance beyond half

from Rhett.

Envoy Aora

grasp the implications,

from beneath the

was palpable. He hadn’t

surprise attack

of strength, speed, and technique. This adversary,

defense, would prove as

of the Dark

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from the scorched courtyard like a grim

with its crimson

you’re nothing special!”

a chilling triumph, echoing through the

turn to face him.

closed in a stance of serie

it was

The Envoy Aora’s voice was a sneer of contempt as

eliminating the

threat would pave the way

removing all potential dangers.

An unseen

not for his reflexes, Envoy

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