Betrayal Beneath the Night Sky
Using the last bit of the dicine’s effect, Evan endured the pain all over his body and desperately fled.
The cold night wind howled past his ears like ghostly screams. Every step he took left a faint bloody footprint on the stone road outside the Lockheart Martial Arts Hall. His breathing had already beco ragged and unstable, each inhale burning his lungs like fire.
His black clothes were soaked in blood.
So of it belonged to others.
Most of it belonged to him.
He occasionally coughed up blood, and his internal injuries were severe.
The earlier siege had nearly pushed his body beyond its limit. Even with the temporary Gold Realm power granted by the strange exilir, he had still been forced into a brutal life-and-death battle against countless Old Martial Arts experts.
And Lucas...
That mad dog had attacked like he wanted both of them dead together.
Several of Evan’s ribs ached sharply every ti he moved. His right shoulder was partially numb from the poison needles Yana Tyson had secretly planted in him earlier. The poison had spread deeper into his nervous system during the battle, constantly eroding his strength.
His vision occasionally blurred.
Yet the hatred in his eyes only grew more terrifying.
On top of that, he was poisoned and couldn’t detoxify imdiately, leaving him in a precarious situation.
Still, despite the miserable state he was in, one thought brought him satisfaction.
However, the only thing that made him happy was that Lucas was left behind.
A cruel smile slowly twisted across Evan’s pale face.
If Lucas stayed there surrounded by all those people, then death was certain.
Even if Julian D’Aurelius intervened, Lucas was already heavily injured. Broken ribs. Internal damage. Exhausted spiritual energy.
That bastard would not survive tonight.
Once Lucas was dead...
Once that annoying snake-like junior brother finally disappeared from this world...
Then only one enemy remained.
Julian D’Aurelius.
The thought alone made Evan’s face beco savage.
"Julian, next ti, I’ll make sure you have no place to be buried."
He roared angrily, his face twisted.
The veins on his forehead bulged violently. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as murderous intent surged from him like a storm.
As long as he escaped this ti.
Next ti, he would target Julian D’Aurelius’s parents!
He wanted Julian to experience despair.
Real despair.
Not death.
Death was too rciful.
He wanted to destroy everyone around him first.
His breathing beca heavier as he sprinted through the dark streets. The dicinal effect inside his body was fading faster and faster. The violent Gold Realm aura that had once overflowed from him was now unstable.
His muscles trembled.
His heartbeat beca chaotic.
His strength was collapsing.
If he could not reach safety soon, he would truly die tonight.
After running a good distance, Evan felt the dicine’s effect was nearly gone.
Fortunately—
Two familiar figures finally appeared ahead beneath the dim yellow streetlights.
Lina Ashford.
Liza Voss.
The two won stood quietly at the intersection waiting for him.
The silver moonlight illuminated their figures.
Lina wore fitted jeans and a pale shirt stained slightly with dust from earlier movents. Her long green hair swayed gently in the wind, framing her beautiful mature face. Her purple eyes were calm yet unreadable.
Beside her, Liza Voss stood silently with long black hair falling over her shoulders. Her petite fra looked delicate, but the dagger hidden behind her back reflected a cold tallic glint beneath the moonlight.
Seeing the two won, he finally let out a breath he had been holding.
Relief appeared on his exhausted face for the first ti tonight.
At least...
He still had people loyal to him.
He hurriedly shouted, "Quick, take away, that Julian brat set up."
His voice carried urgency and rage.
The two won rushed towards him, looking tense.
Evan staggered forward toward them.
His guard lowered instinctively.
After all, these two had followed him for years.
They were mbers of the Obsidian Wing.
His trusted subordinates.
His won.
How could they betray him?
But the mont they reached him—
Everything changed.
The mont they reached him, a dagger and a military knife suddenly stabbed at him.
The air split apart.
Cold light flashed.
At this critical life-and-death mont.
Evan’s pupils shrank violently.
His survival instincts exploded.
Even in his heavily injured state, his body reacted almost subconsciously.
Evan, relying on his extre reflexes, moved his body slightly to avoid being hit in a vital spot.
The military knife originally aid for his heart pierced through his shoulder instead.
The dagger ant for his abdon slid into the side of his waist.
But even so.
The military knife and dagger still pierced through his body.
A horrifying tearing sound echoed in the quiet street.
Blood gushed from the wounds.
Fresh crimson splattered across the ground.
Evan stumbled backward violently, his face instantly turning deathly pale.
The sudden betrayal hurt far more than the wounds themselves.
His body shook.
Not from pain.
From disbelief.
His face turned pale as he staggered back two steps, looking at the two won with extre anger.
The veins in his neck bulged.
His bloodshot eyes looked almost feral beneath the moonlight.
For a brief second, even the night air seed to freeze.
"You two bitches, sluts, how dare you betray ? The organization won’t let you off."
His roar echoed through the empty street.
Murderous aura burst from him uncontrollably.
Yet neither woman retreated.
Lina slowly pulled the military knife free from his shoulder. Blood sprayed onto her hand, but her expression did not change.
anwhile, Liza spun the bloodied dagger lightly between her fingers before lowering it calmly to her side.
Their eyes no longer carried obedience.
Only cold resolve remained.
The wind brushed past silently.
A few leaves rolled across the empty road between them.
For years, they had obeyed him.
For years, they had endured humiliation, fear, commands, manipulation, and threats.
Tonight...
That leash finally snapped.
Lina’s chest rose slowly as she stared directly at Evan.
The fear she once carried toward him was still there deep inside her heart.
But another emotion had already surpassed it.
Freedom.
Even if it ca at the cost of death.
Even if the Obsidian Wing hunted them forever.
It was still worth it.
Beside her, Liza’s grip tightened slightly around the dagger.
Her black eyes remained icy cold, but hidden beneath them was exhaustion accumulated over countless years.
Evan treated everyone as tools.
Disposable tools.
And tonight, the tool finally stabbed back.
Blood continued dripping from Evan’s wounds onto the stone pavent.
The dicinal effect inside him finally began collapsing completely.
His aura instantly weakened.
The violent Gold Realm pressure disappeared rapidly like a receding tide.
His breathing turned unstable.
His vision blurred again.
He realized sothing terrifying.
If this continued...
He truly might die here tonight.
Not at Julian’s hands.
Not at Lucas’s hands.
But at the hands of the two won he trusted most.
The realization made his expression twist even further.
"So what if they won’t?"
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