Chapter 773: Realm of the Dead VIII

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    A chill ran down Kyle''s spine at the sound of the voice. He turned his head to his left and saw the familiar figure of the man he hadn''t seen in a long time arriving beside him.

    Azazeal didn''t glance at him again; his obsidian gaze was fixed on the void in the distance from which the cries of confusion and bewildered souls were emanating as he mumbled something no one could hear.

    His eyes brimmed with a madness and darkness that signaled he wouldn''t hesitate to annihilate and obliterate anything that obstructed him at that moment.

    Kyle couldn''t breathe when he sensed the aura radiating from Azazeal''s body. It was so dark and powerful that it made him feel like the strength he possessed at that moment was entirely insignificant.

    Damien and Ceano also seemed to sense that something was very, very wrong with Azazeal. Instead of waiting for praise from their master, they both turned and vanished without looking back, their hearts pounding loudly in their chests.

    Kyle stared hazily at the back of the tall man who let out a menacing, crazed laugh before rushing toward the void.

    He turned his gaze toward Lara and Jian, panic flashing in his eyes when he saw they were still far from the crack.

    He wanted to help them, but when he tried to, his body began to shatter. His bloodline stilled and finally allowed him to move.

    "Ah..."

    A soft cry escaped his lips. It was agonizing, so much so that he wanted to scream. But he didn''t-because he didn''t want to attract the attention of the crazed man peering into the void in the distance.

    He mumbled frantically as he tore apart and destroyed every confused soul in sight without a hint of hesitation.

    "Where is she?? Where is she?!"

    Kyle watched silently. He wanted to ask Azazeal if the man was searching for Lilith''s soul, the woman who had betrayed him in the past. But he didn''t have a body, so he couldn''t speak. Perhaps it was because he had lost his body, but now he felt no fear even as he saw the sky

    collapse.

    Kyle had believed that losing his physical body would be difficult and that it would take him a long, long time to form a new one, especially since he didn''t know how.

    However, he sensed his bloodline working to craft a new body for him, almost eagerly.

    He questioned why it forced him to stay when he could have escaped the place, and he received his answer in the next moment.

    As Azazeal destroyed everything, a half, glistening, golden, palm-sized core rolled out from the area near the massive void.

    It stopped beside Kyle''s soul, and he desperately wanted to laugh, as its scent was eerily similar to the Tree of Fate.

    Now, he understood why the last two seals sealing the Realm of the Dead had suddenly cracked and turned to dust.

    The shadow generals had used the fragment of the Tree of Fate''s core they had stolen from the elven planet and concealed it near the seals, in a location where its scent was entirely obscured by the scent of the seals, which is why Kyle couldn''t detect it. That core''s power destroyed the seals.

    His bloodline was aware of everything that was about to happen, as he could sense it consuming the glistening core nearby and shaping a new, more powerful body for him-one that could merge with it.