Hetsema, having absorbed all the powers from the past realm, now had a face that continuously morphed, embodying the full spectrum of emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, love, hate, and desire. He was no longer the ambitious but powerless Hetsema of old. He had become a genuine undying fiend.

“Say something, James! You’re scaring me.” Thea clung tightly to James’ hand, her anxiety peaking.

In the next moment, James raised his hand, and a divine amethyst-gold Sword Light shot out.

Boom!

Hetsema was