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"You want to find a conclusion to this matter, and now that I've gone to great lengths to give you one, why push yourself so hard? Wouldn't it be better to stop here?"

His form blurred and shifted, seemingly existing both here and there, existing between existence and non-existence. Shockwaves reverberated and passed through him without hindrance, only raising colorful light and shadow, making him appear dreamlike and illusory.

"Although I was reborn as a human and lost the powerful physique of the demon race, my innate abilities are even better than before. This body constantly travels between the boundary between dreams and reality, and even the combined firepower of an entire modern mechanic cannot harm it... Hmph!"

The strange, stinging pain in his shoulder replaced his arrogant boasting with a cold snort.

A gentle, clear breeze arose, drifting along a wondrous path, instantly adding a touch of refined elegance, like willow branches swaying on a riverbank in the warm spring of March, to the fierce battle scene.

However, for the former demon who was actually there, such a poetic scene was nothing short of a nightmare.

A strange aura spread from the point of impact and seeped into the body. Surprisingly, it did not cause any harm. Instead, it brought a huge life force. Wherever it went, the body there became restless, as if it wanted to return from the illusory concept to a material form.

"Oh no!" His mind raced, and he instantly realized what the other person was up to.

But "being able to think of it" and "being able to deal with it" are two different things. Hundreds of "willow branches" were scattered, like a net spread out in the sky. No matter how he dodged and weaved, the fine marks on his body continued to increase at a visible speed. The colorful light faded and the flesh color emerged, and his ethereal figure became more and more solid!

Hidden between reality and illusion? Then drag him out and fight him!

The easiest way to ruin a precision machine is not with a sledgehammer or a club, but by throwing sand between the gears.

The Huangting Neijing Zhenjing (Yellow Court Inner Landscape True Scripture) specializes in cultivating the spirits of the human body. It gives you a dose of the perfect tonic, enlightening the self-spirit of each organ and tissue. If you want to change your form as before, then let your brain hold a general meeting to reach a consensus!

Sensing something was wrong, he gritted his teeth and, despite being hit dozens of times in a row, transformed into a swift streak of light and rushed to the edge of space, plunging in like a frog eager to return to the water.

As long as he can leave this area, he can use the dreams of the surrounding residents to jump around, making it difficult for even the most skilled experts to track him down.

Then... he bounced back even faster than he had come.

The magnificent palaces and pavilions were connected, and the halls of cassia and orchid were intertwined. Everywhere one looked, there were the phantom images of countless palaces and pavilions. The battleground of the group had somehow shifted to a splendid palace.

"Your intelligence work is really ineffective." Zhu Mingyao stretched out his hands, and behind him, thousands of doors opened wide, and countless soldiers and officers in full armor rushed out.

Although most of them are illusions, there are also quite a few real things hidden among them, making it difficult to guard against the illusions.

"When we came to your door, you couldn't even be bothered to find out the information of the relevant personnel beforehand?"

An immense pressure washed over him, like a surging tide, causing the young man's expression to change drastically.

"You were actually hiding your power just now? Kant, you damned bastard, is this what you call the highest rank you can reach, a mere Lord?"

With a resentful look in his eyes, he glared at his companion, his hatred filled with deep resentment and anger.

“It’s not that I’m out of touch with the world, but a hound with a collar isn’t allowed to get too much information from the outside world!” Cobb’s face was contorted with rage, as if he had stirred up the resentment he had been deliberately burying.

"Then take us to see your master, the one who secretly protected you and put a collar on you, making you serve him."

"If you agree, do you think you'll let me go?" Cobb's face contorted with mad laughter.

"I can make your death painless. You should know very well that for superhumans, death is often just the beginning!"

The pure, luminous energy, like celestial silk woven by a celestial maiden, aided the army of magic soldiers in their relentless advance. In just a few breaths, they had completely surrounded the enemy, waiting only for a command to annihilate them without leaving a trace.

"That's it. Since I'll die anyway if I say it, let this question remain forever!"

As he watched his defenses crumble under the attack, Cobb's face flushed with a sickly redness, adopting a "what's the use of trying" attitude. Meanwhile, Kant beside him struggled with his words, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"Since you're unwilling to be pragmatic, then come in and have some tea."

There was no point in arguing, and Zhu Mingyao was too lazy to try any more pre-battle persuasion to convince them to surrender.

The surrounding pure and auspicious energy immediately converged, and jade-colored chains coiled and danced, sealing off all abnormal spiritual energy fluctuations, about to suppress the two. This was to prevent the other party from attempting self-destruction again.

"Attack with your most powerful spells! I have a way to escape!" At that moment, Cobb roared urgently in the old sorcerer's ear.

Kant instinctively shuddered, and a torrent of magical power gathered, causing a deep, dark orb to writhe and take shape, ready to be unleashed as instructed.

However, in the next moment, he suddenly felt a chill on his vest, as if something precious was quietly flowing away along with the warm liquid.

Countless images flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, finally settling on five steel-bladed claws, which held a still slightly pulsating crimson heart... This was the last image in his remaining consciousness.

"A little-known fact: the lingering, delusional thoughts that occur when a person is near death can also be considered a type of dream..."

With a smug, shrill laugh, she vanished into the opening, mesmerizing portal before Zhu Mingyao could change his tactics.

"You stay behind and try to keep them alive, I'll go after them!"

Without needing to examine it closely, Zhu Mingyao knew that the old sorcerer, betrayed by his companion, was likely in grave danger. Not wanting to miss the last clue, he dashed inside as well.

The moment you step through the portal, it's like stepping into deep water; the light, sounds, and even smells around you gradually fade from your senses.

Looking around, all that could be seen was darkness, and everything within sight was shrouded in a hazy mist.

In the shadows, everything seemed to undergo strange transformations, as if some indescribable sinister creatures were lurking in the darkness, waiting for their chance to strike.

Chapter 454 Just a Person

The silvery-white sandy beach surrounds the lush green island, like a fine emerald jewel, shimmering with a subtle and soft glow under the sunlight.

The clear, azure seawater gently laps against the shore, like nature's most tender caress. Each touch stirs up delicate bubbles that then spread out and eventually merge into the boundless blue expanse.

A cool breeze rustles through the tall coconut palms, carrying the fresh scent of nature and showcasing the enchanting tropical scenery.

However, for the fishing boats that happened to pass by, such a beautiful scene was nothing more than a commonplace everyday environment, and they had no desire to explore it at all.

Of course, the main factor that could dispel their curiosity was the several menacing armed speedboats moored at the dock.

After all, the Caribbean is a mixed bag, with both black and white people. Who knows which bigwig owns the property there? For the sake of your own life, it's best to stay far away.

Perhaps even the fishermen themselves did not realize that what truly drove them away was not the factors mentioned above, but a mysterious force quietly acting on their subconscious.

If someone could break free from this subtle mental interference and walk through the lush coconut grove, they would be surprised to find that the scene before them was quite different from its somewhat desolate appearance when viewed from a distance.

The villas, each with its own unique style, are scattered in a charmingly elegant manner, their decorations both graceful and luxurious. Exotic flowers and plants bloom in vibrant colors, while courtyards and swimming pools complement each other beautifully. Sculptures and paths dot the landscape, and every detail reveals the meticulous craftsmanship of the artisans.

Even someone with no artistic talent can tell that every inch of the design is the work of a master, and a lot of real money has been spent on it.

On a sunny terrace connected to the courtyard, plump, golden corn kernels rolled down like rain, while several round, fat pigeons hopped and skipped, joyfully chasing after their owner's bounty.

With a gentle twitch of his broad, calloused hands, the maid standing respectfully to his side immediately understood and promptly presented him with a square handkerchief exuding a delicate fragrance. He wiped away the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, revealing a slightly thin face.

This is a typical Western European face, with nasolabial folds running from the high bridge of his nose to the corners of his mouth, and his short, gray hair meticulously styled. Although the years have etched a few lines on his forehead, his long-term comfortable living conditions and meticulous care have kept his spirit and demeanor almost frozen in the golden years of middle age.

"It's afternoon tea time. Would you like something?" The maid's charming face wore a gentle smile, not the usual professional flattery, but a natural obedience.

She knelt down, holding the menu, covered in beautiful cursive script, high above her head, as if a servant were attending to a king, or as if a believer were gazing upon a deity.

Beneath the deliberately minimally made uniform, her voluptuous body distorted with her movements, and a patch of white, creamy skin peeked out from her neckline, shamelessly exposed to the world.

Knowing that with just a single thought, he could make the beauty before him willingly offer her everything, including her life, the thrill of having such power over life and death, of complete control, still intoxicates the man, no matter how many times he has experienced it.

"Should I have a baked dessert made from tree spirit fruit, or be bolder and try a soup made from the brains of deep-sea fishmen..." Luxurious dishes that could never appear in the outside world flashed through his mind, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Whether it's these or "those," in the so-called civilized society outside, no matter how high you stand in terms of power and wealth, you can't easily get your hands on them, but here they are readily available.

However, the man's good mood didn't last long.

The shadows in the corner shifted and shifted, and a waiter in black, wearing a lapel pin, appeared out of nowhere, respectfully placing a silver box on the table.

“Mr. Jeffrey, this is the latest batch of ‘beverage’ extracted. Due to the disruption of our supply channels in Mexico some time ago, the Nosferatu clan, with whom we cooperate, was completely eradicated, resulting in a significant shortage of raw materials. Therefore, the production rate is only 60% of the original.”

"60%? That's alright. We'll prioritize supplying it to our VIP guests. As for the security personnel, we'll hold off for now." Jeffrey casually lifted the lid of the box, revealing rows of thumb-sized, crystal-clear bottles neatly arranged inside. Inside, a scarlet liquid gently rippled, as if golden dust like stars were floating and sinking.

"I'm afraid... they might have some objections." The waiter in black hesitated. Even though they were both creatures of darkness, he didn't want to face those powerful and crazy "colleagues."

However, his worries only earned him a disdainful sneer from the old man:

"Any objections? A bunch of filthy, lowly creatures, haven't you realized your current predicament? Without our protection, their heads would already be hanging in the church or the witchers' trophy display room."

"Also..." The waiter paused, glancing cautiously at the man's expression, before continuing:

"Mrs. Karin once again subtly expressed her opinion, wanting to change to a more novel 'toy'."

"What, it's only been a little over ten days, and you're already tired of the one we sent over last time? That was a pure-blooded werewolf cub that we captured at great cost."

Thinking of the enormous amount of manpower and resources expended, Jeffrey let out a long sigh, a hint of helplessness flashing across his face, which he then forcibly suppressed.

Although nominally a billionaire who owns the island, he is keenly aware that he is essentially just a butler pushed to the forefront, insignificant on the scales of power.

To continue enjoying this paradise-like life, his only option is to do his best to meet all the guests' requests.

"Hehe, I have to apologize to you in advance, dear Jerry." Accompanied by a slightly loud voice, a woman walked in with a smile as the door opened.

The dark spots of age that are inadvertently revealed on the arms indicate that the person has entered the twilight of life, while the unusually full rosy and smooth skin on the face makes the woman's overall image look particularly awkward.

"That little guy's wildness is truly impressive. The physique of a superhuman is indeed far superior to that of an ordinary creature. I haven't tasted such wonderful pleasure in a long time. It's just that I was a bit too rough when we were playing. It seems like it won't last more than a few days."

The words were spoken lightly and with great apology, but the man dared not take them seriously. He sprang up from his chair as if springs had been inserted into his buttocks, and responded with a forced smile:

"Oh, Your Excellency, your words make me feel utterly ashamed. He's just a werewolf boy; please don't take him to heart."

He quickly picked up the long metal box and eagerly moved closer to it.

"You've come at the perfect time. Please take the 'drinks' that were just delivered."

There's one more small problem. I'll need your help to figure out a solution for the dinner party, as we've run into some issues with our ingredient sourcing..."

Jeffrey gave a brief retelling, and unsurprisingly saw the woman's disdainful look.

"Is it really necessary to make such a big fuss about something like this and spoil everyone's fun? I'll call the CIA and the Immigration Agency later and ask them to cooperate."

Her tone was calm and indifferent, as if she were narrating something that was perfectly natural.

"People are the only thing the world has in abundance!"

Chapter 455

Thousands upon thousands of colorful bubbles tumbled and rolled erratically, revealing a variety of magnificent and fantastical scenes that defied common sense in a fleeting glance.

Raindrops flowed back from the ground to the sky, and mountains transformed into plains...

Two skyscrapers sprouted hands and feet, and began arguing and fighting...

People on the streets have abandoned means of transportation and are now using all sorts of wings to travel...

A swimming pool filled with blue and green banknotes, a small house made of pink candies...

Countless bizarre and fantastical things collided, permeated, and mingled together, eventually converging into a vast and chaotic ocean.

This is the place where the subconscious mind of intelligent beings emanates from their slumber, a realm of fantasy that lies between reality and illusion.

The tide rises as all beings fall asleep and recedes as they awaken; there should be no ripples outside of it.

At this moment, however, the calm "ocean" suddenly became stormy.