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Chapter 625: Chapter 338 “Longevity Ranch” and “A Thousand Years Later” (Seeking Subscriptions)_1

Others might not have been able to perceive it, but Milton Cheney could now discern some clues.

In his eyes, the young man currently locked in the chair was emitting a dense aura of black qi.

This wisps of black qi seemed to be overflowing from within the young man’s body.

“Such dense death energy.”

A flicker of surprise passed through Milton Cheney’s gaze, but it quickly turned indifferent as he murmured to himself.

He had never encountered this state in this world before, but it was not unfamiliar to him.

Having visited far too many worlds, he naturally understood what the black qi he sensed was.

This much death energy, it no longer seemed like it belonged to the living.

Yet, this young man still possessed all the functions that living people have.

“Take me to see the other members of the Doomsday Sect.”

Milton Cheney’s gaze did not linger on the young man for long before he spoke softly.

Curiosity had arisen in his heart.

After all, the situation he was observing seemed to be beyond the capabilities of the world as he knew it.

The world Milton Cheney was familiar with, besides possessing Martial Arts, was just an extraordinarily ordinary world.

But the scene before him clearly should not exist in this world.

Of course, at this moment, only a trace of curiosity had arisen in Milton Cheney’s heart.

other emotions, naturally, there

Andrew Wright, nodding hurriedly before stepping

had observed all the

just as

Doomsday Sect, whether it was the ordinary members or the slightly more special small leaders, were all enveloped by a thick death energy, as if they

living, aside from their fanatical belief in

they needed to eat when hungry, and drink when

observing all around, Milton Cheney could not find anything

returning to an office with Andrew Wright, Milton Cheney sat on a chair, his brows slightly

the side, waiting for Milton

me all the information you have

on the office desk in front of him as

piece of information he

to everything Andrew had to say, Milton Cheney nodded with an unaffected

it upwards. This is probably not just an ordinary cult preaching incident,”

had noticed some clues, he did not take the initiative to speak them

all, he was not sure whether the upper echelons of the

finished speaking,

hint of confusion in his heart, because while the event covered a considerable

only

day or two,

Cheney’s fingers continued to tap one by one on

were as still and profound as a

thoughts also flashed through his mind at

had their life force directly drained away without realizing it. What kind of method

is behind

be as simple as

engrossed himself in rapid

seeing these cult members, Milton’s thoughts were