Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1055 - 754: The Brainstorming King Kenneth_2

Yes, it looks like the traitor indeed appeared amongst the crowd. As Kenneth thought about this, he realized another more pressing problem.

"Oh no!"

"Tiffany is in danger!"

The traitor followed Tiffany through the secret passage, so if he sends a signal now...

Kenneth gasped, knowing he couldn’t afford to delay any longer; he had to disrupt their plans.

And ensure Tiffany’s safety!

He had to act fast!

Find a way to break through the encirclement, then bypass the blockade and find Tiffany!

Kenneth was anxious, and in the next moment, he launched an attack without warning.

Though he remained standing still, without any visible movement, the crystal chandelier atop the hall suddenly shattered.

The shattered crystals scattered like sharp blades, but in just an instant, they converged into a massive axe, pressing down from above. freёnovelkiss.com

Chop!

The sturdy woman arched her body, Kenneth’s attack cleaving into her back. Her face twisted into a grimace, and from Roger’s angle, he could even see the severed spine and flying organs.

"A sneak attack?"

"This isn’t your style, is it?"

The woman sneered, showing no sign of pain.

Her wounds healed at a visible rate, and she extracted the giant axe from the wound with a reverse grip, then forcefully flung it at Kenneth.

"So, he’s your master then."

The sturdy woman shouted, charging towards Kenneth while signaling an attack.

Pow, pow.

Amidst the glass shattering and the rumbling of the ceiling being pierced, several more figures descended from above.

Their attack angles were cunning, coming from various directions, nearly sealing off all escape routes.

Aside from the initial sturdy woman, the others who appeared didn’t attack Kenneth’s position but rather the area further back.

It was the spot not far behind Kenneth where Roger stood.

At this time, Kenneth’s mind was under tight tension, unable to see through their true intentions. Facing the charging sturdy woman, he could only guess their attack’s purpose based on his own understanding.

"The attacks aren’t centered on me, but rather behind me..."

"That place is..."

Roger had already been excluded from his considerations; in normal circumstances, facing battles of this magnitude, a Low-Tier Transcendent would have already been trembling in fear aside.

Hence, Kenneth first thought of the hidden door deep within the hall.

"It’s that traitor. They know the location of the secret passage. Their ambitions are huge; not only do they want me, but these Hunt Killers aim to trap us all here!"

"First, send someone to divert my attention, then kill all others who escape, and finally regroup to completely resolve me."

"Yes, it must be like this!"

In a flash of insight, Kenneth felt he had seen through all the enemy’s intentions.

His heart sank, facing such a situation. If he wanted to break through and save Tiffany,

there was only one path for him.

With a flicker of resoluteness on his face, Kenneth made up his mind.

At the moment, standing at a position towards the back of the hall,

facing the attacks from all sides, Roger’s slender body remained standing; the attacks hadn’t reached him yet, but the terrifying destructive power had already shattered the surrounding environment.

The exquisite dining tables were smashed.

Abundant delicacies were strewn like garbage everywhere, bottles shattered, and the bright red liquids pooled on the ground like blood.

From all directions, even the depths of the earth beneath his feet accumulated a terrifying force.

At this point, it could be said Roger had no chance of escape.

A glimmer seeped from Roger’s forehead, quickly spreading across his body.

His already tattered shirt disintegrated in the impact, revealing intricate patterns on Roger’s upper body. His body trembled slightly, as if his soul left his body, connecting to that unknown space.

"It’s still a familiar taste."

Roger raised his head and slowly clenched his fists.

He contemplated the method to defeat the group of enemies before him in the next second.

"Earth, space, flame..."

"Or... shadow?"

Though without consciousness, Roger somehow felt his shadow brewing with eagerness.

"Occasionally letting loose is good for mental and physical health."

Roger smiled, but just as he planned to launch his counterattack,

suddenly, the roar of the Giant Dragon echoed through the entire space.

The overwhelming Bloodline Power surged forward, abruptly disrupting Roger’s attack plan.

Because not far in front of him, where Kenneth once stood elegantly, that figure had vanished.

In its place was a massive, silver-scaled Giant Dragon gleaming like metal.

"Bang!"

The moment Kenneth revealed his dragon form, he took a step forward, and his enormous front claw pinned the burly woman to the ground.

Crunch.

Roger heard the sound of bones being crushed and flesh exploding.

Then the sleek Giant Dragon swiftly turned.

Its vast wings blocked out the sky, edges sharp as blades, and its tail was like a gigantic hammer.

Crash.

The figures attacking Roger were slammed by the dragon’s tail, and two unfortunate ones were sliced in half by the sharp wings, spilling their intestines across the ground.

"What are you trying to do?"

Roger’s accumulated power was stuck in mid-air, a frustrating position that felt intensely uncomfortable.

Deep underground and up above, in areas Kenneth hadn’t affected, before Roger could react, those attackers swiftly retreated even faster than they had arrived.

Roar!

A tremendous dragon roar pierced through the skies, at this moment, Kenneth seemed divine, his Bloodline Power sweeping across the field.

Roger quickly noticed that under the suppression of the Bloodline Power, those beaten and deformed Transcendents seemed greatly affected.

Both their aura fluctuations and recovery speed weakened considerably.

"Aren’t these two powers supposed to be fundamentally similar? How can there be such a distinct suppression?"

With confusion flashing through his mind, Roger looked at his clenched fist and could only sigh softly, releasing it.

"They’re here looking for me, why are you fighting so desperately?"

At this time, the dragon roar penetrated White Winter Castle, reaching far beyond, even the winding underground passages couldn’t block it.

"No!"

"I can’t just walk away like this!"

A sturdy figure suddenly stopped, pondered for a moment, and holding the still sleeping woman, walked to someone.

"Mina, I need to ask you for a favor."

"If you’re asking me to take care of Potterla, you can shut up now," Mina retorted.

"You... how did you know?"

"With your brain, upon hearing Lord Kenneth’s dragon roar, you were bound to choose to return and help."

Mina’s expression was sarcastic, but her flickering eyes betrayed her feelings.

"Lord Kenneth revealed his dragon form, which means he’s unleashed all his Bloodline Power; the situation has reached a life-and-death stake."

"He’s done so much for us; watching him go to his death, I can’t do it."

"So, I have to go back and help him!"

"What about your wife? Who will take care of Potterla?"

Mina questioned.

"I... I..."

Yield held his head for a long time, seemingly unable to weigh the pros and cons, stammering a few times, he said reluctantly: "I don’t know, I can’t think about it right now."

"I only know I have to return now!"

He handed Potterla to Mina, then ran off without looking back, as another figure flashed by.

"I’m going with you!"

"Lady Tiffany!" Mina wasn’t surprised.

"Keep going, it won’t be long before you reach the exit; I’ve prepared there to safely send everyone out of this area."

"Once I’ve completed Lord Kenneth’s instructions, I can finally set aside my burden and face it with him!"

Upon hearing this, Tiffany had already leapt several times to catch up with Yield’s figure.

Mina looked at Potterla still in a slumber state, and couldn’t help but sigh.

"Honestly, I’m starting to want to go back too."

"My bloodline is stirring inside, almost uncontrollable."

"Sometimes, spending too long in this world makes one feel the odd sense of blood cooling and people dying."

"Without a soul, the body becomes a mere shell."

"But if there is only a soul, without the boiling blood pouring through, can a cold soul be considered alive?"

Shaking her head, Mina could only carry Potterla and follow the troops ahead.

When Yield and Tiffany re-entered the hall, they saw a different scene.

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