But that was already in the past.
Now he had nothing, with only one card left in his hand—the Extraordinary Power at Purple Crystal Level.
There was only one chance!
If he missed, not only would he fail to kill Luo Yan, but he would also alert the Truth Departnt and Intelligence Departnt, exposing himself to their scrutiny...
It's hard to say who would co after that.
He had no ti, and even less of a retreat.
"...Damn it."
If he had known it would be this troubleso, he should have killed that guy from the start! Instead of playing tricks with him!
Though that would have been troubleso too, it would still be much better than now!
Zakro clenched his fists tightly, veins popping, yet he could only forcibly suppress his anger.
He must not be impulsive...
He took a deep breath to clear his thoughts and turned his gaze toward the streets below.
The best strategy now, as it was in the abandoned Temple in the outskirts of Demon City, is to lie low in this mixed environnt and wait for the most opportune mont.
At least until that guy shows up!
If he's inside, he can't stay hidden forever. And if he's not, he can't stay away indefinitely...
After weighing the pros and cons, Zakro jumped down from the rooftop, blending into the alleyways of Black Wind Castle like a ghost.
He walked slowly, searching for a hiding place while expressionlessly observing the surrounding street scenes.
Truth be told, the view from the street was far more shocking than the glance he had hurriedly taken from above, and it felt entirely different from what he had seen in briefings.
Is this place... really still Black Wind Castle?
In his outdated mories, Black Wind Castle was rely a barren vassal at the edge of Demon City, with only a few scattered villages and pastures, low productivity, relying on the charity of the Dragon family to barely survive.
The only reasonable building on the entire Wilderness was the fortress standing between Black Wind Valley, and that fortress had long since been blasted to ruins in a past duel.
But now, compared to everything before his eyes, that once majestic fortress seed insignificant.
Buildings were arranged closely around the streets, looking dirty and ssy yet surprisingly orderly. Short goblins crouched beneath low tal sheds, selling goods, while a few Hell Dwarves who had finished a day's work stood at the stalls, haggling with coarse voices mixing with shrill sales pitches.
The past riots and plague seed to have hardly affected these people's lives, or their wounds had been healed.
It was truly amazing.
The Hell Dwarves didn't spend all their money on beer; though their eyes looked weary, their minds were surprisingly clear.
Not just the Hell Dwarves, the goblins were the sa.
In the hands of that Thunder County Demon King, those lazy creatures were anything but lazy; every goblin had sothing to do, even if so dim-witted ones seed busy for nothing, it was better than wandering aimlessly and daydreaming.
The more Zakro saw, the more stunned he was, and the more surprised he beca.
Even if War Departnt orders brought so trade to the area, the benefit should have only padded the pockets of that Thunder County Demon King, it shouldn't have conjured a city out of thin air on the Wilderness...right?
This land had completely changed its appearance!
This was no longer the dilapidated, chaotic, barren Black Wind Castle, but rather had a sense of burgeoning prosperity.
Zakro's expression darkened once more.
No doubt about it.
This was not a product of natural developnt.
Only one explanation could account for the change here—the person who stole his son's research results used divine power to rewrite so rule operating under all things!
It was sothing beyond the extraordinary!
Its destructive power might not match the average Transcendent, but it could touch the essence even Demigod Level powers couldn't—those rules that dictate the order of all things!
"The secret of Becoming a God... is indeed in your hands! I knew it... how could a re Silver Level Demon King dare to challenge the Dragon family without so trump card... hehehe..."
Imrsed in that obsessive fantasy, Zakro's eyes gradually turned greedy.
Actually, that couldn't be considered fantasy.
Even a wildly incorrect process of reasoning, at tis, could lead to the truth of the world, especially considering Zakro had studied it diligently.
In the history of this planet, those who had beco gods were all people who changed the "rules of the ga."
Demon God Bayele was such, chanical God Isaac was such, and Saint Sis was such.
As for the heroes who followed them, even with the strength of Demigods, they only left a not-so-significant epic in the lengthy history of their tis.
From that angle, he indeed had reason to suspect... even if that "reason" was mostly intuition.
But none of that mattered anymore.
The more he verified his hypothesis, the more excited he beca, and the more excited he beca, the more furious—after all, in his mind, all of this should have belonged to his son, to his family, to him who controlled the Dragon family!
Malicious anger filled Zakro's chest, leaving his eyes fixed only on that hateful face and the secret behind it, utterly unaware of how out of place he was with this part of the city.
Unlike the other districts of Demon City, the order in Black Wind Castle, after several rounds of cleansing, was firmly in Luo Yan's hands.
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