Chapter 4130

"Do you think that would work on me?"

Morticia smirked coldy, her tone devoid of any emotion. "Prisoners have no value in the fiend race, and the last thing they deserve is sympathy. I spared your life because I saw some use in you. So, don't be so smug!"

"Fine, then my answer is the same. I don't wish to repeat myself," Darryl said lightly.

When she realized that her plan did not work, Morticia lost her patience immediately. She said coldly, "I see that you're trying to be noble and strong. Fine, let's see how strong you can be."

Morticia raised her hand again, summoning a ghostly ivory whip.

Morticia could hardly contain her fury. She was one of the twelve Fiend Martyrs, and she was well-respected. No one dared to go against her will.

She was furious because she had tried to keep Darryl alive in front of Archfiend Antigonus, yet Darryl was not willing to compromise at all. He must have had a death wish.

"I made this ivory whip from the bones of a powerful Demon warrior ten thousand years ago. One strike is enough to make you feel like lightning has struck you. How many whips do you think you can take in this state?" Morticia asked coldly.

F*ck! That Fiend Martyr was too ruthless.

Darryl's heart thudded in fear. Yet he managed to put on a calm expression. "Is that so? Looks like any old whip to me."

mouthy now,

as her face glistened with iciness. She raised her

thunder, a bloody line appeared on Darryl's chest

the same time, an agonizing pain spread

to make a

you yield?" Morticia

face was deathly pale. Yet he remained speechless as he

whip in her hand and brought it down onto Darryl's body, over and over

Crack! Crack! Crack!

the whip rang through the stone

prepared to leave the new Demon territory. He felt frustrated and overwhelmed as he began to wander around

energy came from behind him. Oliver raised his

through the air with icy expressions on their faces. A breathtaking woman led them, and fury

It was Mona.

Tiger King decided not to kill Oliver-he was looking at the bigger

King had left, Mona led a troop of around 50 soldiers and sped away from the territory in search

father might have forgiven Oliver, but she had not done the same. She was determined to avenge

she saw Oliver, Mona's eyes

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