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

opponents was undeniable, and

a

been skulking

1897 The Clash of

steely, a subtle menace creeping

scarcely worthy of knowing my identity.” The masked

deliberate provocation, his demeanor

shall not leave here alive.” Rhett’s eyes ignited

he took a menacing step

to leave, no force can detain me.” The

his aura radiating a

test that claim.” Rhett’s cape whipped

it spun with the deadly precision

and ready to slice

Boom!

Envoy Aora leaped nimbly from

toppled with a thunderous

withstand this!”

The Clash

from beneath his

by the unexpected display of fire.

lacked the searing intensity of the Queen of the

broader, and their

his flames had found their mark,

to advance beyond

from Rhett.

energy,” the Envoy Aora

before he could fully grasp the implications, a crimson streak

from beneath the

was palpable. He hadn’t anticipated

a surprise attack that revealed

strength, speed, and technique. This adversary, with

offense and defense,

Queen of the Dark Night

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Splat

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courtyard like a grim fountain,

its

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

with a chilling triumph, echoing

to face him. Instead, he stood

in a stance of serie calm. His

as it was

The Envoy Aora’s voice was a

the so–called

Emmanuel. Eradicating this threat would pave the way for his

removing all potential dangers.

An unseen force, swift and

for his reflexes, Envoy Aora and

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