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

was undeniable, and

a response in

Why have you been skulking in

1897 The Clash of

a subtle menace creeping

scarcely worthy of knowing my identity.”

laced with deliberate provocation, his demeanor

you shall not leave here alive.”

as he took

this world, if I choose to leave, no force can detain me.” The

his aura radiating

that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped out

it

blade, its edges razor–sharp and ready

Boom!

leaped nimbly from the tree,

with a thunderous

you withstand this!”

The Clash of

from beneath his

by the unexpected display of

lacked the searing intensity of the

was broader, and their

Aora believed his flames had found their mark,

unable to

from Rhett.

the Envoy

before he could fully grasp the implications, a crimson

from beneath

He hadn’t anticipated this masterful

attack that revealed

strength, speed, and technique. This

of offense and defense, would prove as

the Dark Night

The Clash

Splat

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the scorched courtyard like a

its crimson

heh, Holy Guardian, you’re nothing special!” The Envoy

chilling triumph, echoing

to face him. Instead, he stood with his back

a stance of serie

it

Envoy Aora’s voice was a sneer of contempt as

on eliminating the

this threat would pave the way for

removing all potential dangers.

had other designs. An unseen force, swift

him. If not for his reflexes,

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