Chapter 623 Dalton Yarwood.

The tall figure stood amidst the blood mist, completely unfazed by the surrounding evil spirits.

The resentment couldn’t touch him. Instead, they dissipated as they approached him. It wasn’t due to any protective charm he carried, but rather, his very being instilled a profound fear in all souls.

Wynter’s mind cleared almost instantly. The distracting chant and the spirits under Gabby’s control all halted their actions.

Though their eyes remained blood–red and their forms grotesque, they respectfully lowered their gazes upon seeing the newcomer. They even created a path for him.

The tall man wore a pure black wool coat. As he strode forward, he exuded the air of a businessman from Hawford–refined and gentlemanly, perhaps educated abroad with a hint of 19th–century etiquette.

His face was strikingly handsome and cold. Only Wynter’s fiancé could possess such a complex and intricate spiritual form.

However, it seemed that this version of him from a century ago didn’t have such a short lifespan.

was, casually strolling in

sense danger. Its eyes snapped open and glowed menacingly. Its hair grew wildly, attempting to ensnare Dalton’s hand like

pulled its hair with his finger. The wooden doll

scream.

atmosphere in the laboratory shifted. The light bulbs began to flicker and buzz

“Release the sacred item at

that, the wooden doll, which had come alive,

sending the lucky token, pierced by a

heart.

violently. An endless stream of blood began gushing from the ancient

drag both intruders into

vortex above the consulate. With that, she could pull in all the spirits on the

in the wooden doll, flew into the air. It

the ground. They stared at Wynter and Dalton through

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