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Chapter 1628
Chapter 1628 Afraid of Dalton
As Dalton took down Wynter's pursuers, he cast a deep gaze ahead. He couldn't simply vanish under the surveillance cameras' watchful eyes, but he was concerned about the direction Wynter was heading.
Gazing downward, Dalton murmured something under his breath. The words were incomprehensible to human ears but were meant more to dispel something.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
Meanwhile, Edward had descended to the basement, where a sinister air hung thickly. With Judah's formation laid in place, the basement became a site where all life force would be snuffed out.
Instead of falling into panic, Edward remained composed and focused on destroying the relevant documents. As he set the documents ablaze, Santiago hindered their pursuers behind him.
Although Wynter was swift, she found herself suddenly shrouded by fog as the air turned frigid. Strangely, the path she had once taken seemed to have vanished, leaving her trapped in the mist.
She then recalled Leo's mention that there was something hidden in the basement that fed off evil aura.
Wynter clutched her lucky tokens and closed her eyes. She knew that her eyes would sometimes deceive her, especially within a formation. Yet, she had never encountered one as such before-all she sensed was the vast fog and faint traces of an evil presence.
Though Wynter felt disturbed, she couldn't take action as there were no souls present. Little did she know, a pair of haunting eyes lingered on her back from a shadowy corner. When she turned around, it shrunk back into the darkness like a ghostly specter.
That said, Wynter had no regrets about her pursuit. She finally had the opportunity to seize the mastermind, and she was determined to give it her all. Yet, she never expected to encounter a formation.
After a brief contemplation, Wynter decided not to dawdle any longer. Coincidentally, she possessed a rare type of blood that could dispel the formation before her. She promptly bit her finger and attempted to dispel the formation when she sensed a presence behind her.
A hand grabbed her wrist, followed by a sigh. "Are you just going to waste all the effort I invested?"
Wynter glanced back and was surprised to find Dalton. "How did you get in?"
"I followed you. You didn't even heed my calls," Dalton calmly replied.
The restless demons around them suddenly quieted down. The greater power a demon possessed, the stronger the repression from the heavenly law. Dalton's presence had inflicted such anguish upon the demons that even the slightest exposure could turn into a perilous threat.
The demons couldn't fathom why Dalton would protect Wynter, a cultivator. Yet, they dared not to act against him and instead cowered in the shadows.
Wynter noticed that the air around them had become noticeably cleaner since Dalton's arrival, and even the chilling glare fixated on her back had vanished. While the fog still lingered, whatever lay beneath it seemed too fearful to emerge.
As Wynter glanced at Dalton, she recognized that he was full of mysteries. She had previously assumed that he was blessed with heavenly luck so that he had a purple aura. Yet, she soon discovered he carried numerous personal burdens.
Thinking back, she realized that his spiritual manifestation was anything but pure.