Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 980: Stab A Knife Horizontally

Durus was no stranger to women. Before he met Margaret, there was no shortage of women sleeping with him at the bedside of the warwolf general. At the craziest of times, five or six women had slept with him. It could be seen that after Margaret, he had fallen in love with this weak-looking girl like a demon. He didn't hesitate to betray Zhan Lang and Joey for her.

Even Durus could not explain why, as if Margaret had cast a spell on him, he had fallen into a sweet dream. However, this dream had been torn apart by Margaret herself. It was a cruel thing to do.

Durus's chest rose and fell, and the corners of his eyes were bloodshot. He shook his head in disbelief at Margaret's words.

Margaret sighed softly in a voice that only Durus could hear, "If you could take me away, perhaps I would really love you. Unfortunately, you still can't. I don't want to die, so I can only go back to him."

"I can do it!" "I can do it, believe me!" Durus said in a trembling voice.

Margaret shook her head and walked towards Joey.

Joey laughed happily. He opened his arm and let Margaret pounce into his embrace. Joey gave the girl a hard kiss on the cheek and tilted his head to look at Durus, "Trash, do you see that? You dare to take my woman with you? Do you really think this little bitch will like you? No, no, no, she's not the kind of woman you think she is. This bitch can't give you the love you call!"

Then he kneaded Margaret's chest and even lifted her hem, his large hand touching the girl's mysterious area.

To Durus, there was nothing more humiliating than this. The man let out a loud roar and his Origin Energy burst forth. The atmosphere in the surrounding space became more and more oppressive, and a phantom of an exotic beast faintly appeared behind Durus. This wild beast was like a fierce lion, but it had long wings and four claws stepping on orange-red flames.

That's Durus' projection.

The moment the projection appeared, Durus' momentum reached its peak. He raised his head, and a violent aura rose from behind him. Durus was already extremely angry, but his voice was calm and terrifying, "I want to kill you!"

"Just you?" Joey pulled out her hand from under Margaret's and pushed the woman away. Carrying the saboteur on his shoulders, he strode towards Durus. Every step he took, a clear footprint would be hidden on the ground, causing a group of bandits behind him to constantly shout the name "Joey" to cheer for him.

A roar resembled thunder, instantly suppressing all the loud cries.

Durus rushed towards the old man with messy hair that was as strong as a devil god.

Joey used to be an uncrossable mountain to him.

And now, he wanted to attempt to cross this mountain!

Durus threw everything aside, bringing with him the most violent power, the most powerful Origin Energy. Her love for Margaret, her hatred for Joey, and her helplessness towards reality all fell into this punch, aiming at Joey's chest!

A black silhouette, like a waterfall, rushed up from the bottom up, crossing between Durus and Joey.

The punch was about to hit Joey, but the distance between them turned into an insurmountable chasm.

Durus flew up.

The saboteur landed on his chin. Even though it was only brushing past him, the berserk Origin Energy attached to the warhammer caused him to fly high into the air. Durus' entire body trembled violently, and his soul seemed to instantly retreat into the depths of his body before suddenly rebounding. Following which, an indescribable pain swept through his entire body like an electric current. Even he couldn't help but let out a miserable scream.

A series of blood droplets were sprinkled in the air.

Drops fell to the ground, and the blood droplets formed a line. At one end of the line, Durus tumbled several times in the air and fell motionlessly.

The mighty projection image swayed away.

There was a deathly silence on the hill, and then a series of cheers erupted. Some wolves even cried like wolves and rode on horseback like a series of wolf howls. Joey was expressionless as he looked at the man on the ground and the blood stains on his body. "What a pity," the old man whispered. "Durus Zach is brave enough, but he lacks opportunity. Gunn is cautious, but he lacks decisiveness. As for you, I am very satisfied. That's right, you are my most satisfied adopted son. I originally wanted to give Zhan Lang to you in the future, but unfortunately, you betrayed me."

Durus on the ground twitched his fingers, and then his muscles trembled. Durus slowly raised his head, his chin bloody and fleshy. The sharp blade on the saboteur made several cuts. If Durus hadn't leaned back in time, that hammer would have even blown his head off! "Don't think I'll believe you, Joey," he said with difficulty. "You only trust yourself. To you, we adopted sons are just more loyal and taller wolfdogs than anyone else."

Joey shrugged. "It's boring to talk about this now. Let me take you on your way. You want to go, you can. But you can't leave the land of darkness. There's only one place you can go to my dear son. That's hell!"

The saboteur raised his head.

Joey's eyelids suddenly twitched. He suddenly turned around and faced the direction of the Black Wood Forest. Then, a ray of light appeared in the old man's pupils. The light came from the Black Wood Forest, instantly reaching a thousand meters!

The saboteur smashed down and collided with the light. Joey felt as if he had smashed into a surging river of rage. The saboteur couldn't suppress it, but was instead bounced up. Then, he was deflected by the force, and Joey staggered backwards.

The cries of the pack of wolves stopped.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt rang out on the gray hill. Under the series of thunderous roars, the wolf bandits covered their ears and screamed miserably. The warhorses hissed, causing the scene to be in chaos. Only when the last violent stream of air arrived did the crowd start to clamor in all directions. Joey narrowed his eyes slightly. When the smoke came to him, it naturally separated to the two sides. However, Joey could not see clearly what was in the smoke. He could only see a tiny flash of cinnabar light.

Only when the dust gradually settled did he see a man wielding a knife in the dust curtain. The man was very young and handsome. The silver hair refracted the sunlight and was so dazzling that Joey's eyes hurt. The other party had a bright smile on his face like the sun, and the long saber in his hand and the flame between the edges of the saber flashed with the last ray of light before completely disappearing into the air.

Joey's eyelids twitched.

At this time, the silver-haired man seemed to be confirming, "Undying Joey?"

Joey narrowed his eyes and nodded, "Who are you?"

"I'm here to kill you." The other party said as if he was joking. Then, without any more nonsense, he dragged his saber and rushed over.

Joey snorted and the saboteur smashed towards him. However, the silver-haired man's figure flashed sideways, and the saboteur smashed into the ground. The gray ground was centered on the point of impact of the warhammer, and cracks spread out, causing gravel to fly everywhere!

The corners of the old man's eyes caught a glimmer of silver light. That person had already nimbly dodged to his side like a swimming fish and slashed at his waist with a knife. Before Joey could retract the saboteur, he could only pull out the chain from the warhammer and smash the hammer onto the opponent's saber, forcing it away. It was only now that he had the time to withdraw his warhammer. Before he could attack, the silver-haired man took a series of dazzling steps and slashed at him with his saber.

Joey looked calm on the surface, but there was a storm in his heart. The opponent's attack had both wild and agile characteristics. The silver-haired man's saber intent was wild, but his saber technique was exceptionally exquisite and agile. Every saber was aimed at the vital point. His movements were simple, and he tried his best to severely injure his opponent at the fastest speed. He was an extremely efficient killing knife. This kind of saber was something that the so-called nobles could not cultivate. Only when they entered and exited the battlefield of life and death would they be able to hone such a battle skill.

Joey felt like his head was big. When did such a ruthless expert jump out of the darkness?

After blocking another knife, Joey stopped. Suddenly, he realized that he had already retreated a hundred meters, and his old face turned hot. Under his opponent's mercury-like attack just now, he could no longer resist the enemy as forcefully as before, so he could only continuously retreat and fight for space to defend himself. However, Joey had been famous for decades and had never fallen into such a passive position. Even that night, Joey used his absolute superiority to forcefully push Weiss back against the sinister and cunning Weiss.

Even though things had suddenly started and he hadn't gone all out, he was forced back a hundred meters by an unknown brat. If this matter were to spread out, the Evil Tooth Barrier would definitely become a big joke in the Land of Darkness.

The silver-haired man stood there, his long saber hanging in the air. The Origin Energy on his body surged, and flame marks lit up from his entire body. Joey couldn't help but frown. If that was the other party's engraving, then this engraving would be too big. The huge engravings that covered his entire body often represented an unreasonable and violent power!

The surrounding space was quietly dyed red. It was clearly not noon, but it made people mistakenly think that dusk had arrived. Joey sucked in a breath of cold air when space fell on sparks for no reason. He could clearly sense that the silver-haired man's Origin Energy was only Level 25. Even though having a Level 25 Origin Energy at this age was unimaginable, it wasn't enough to shock Joey.

Joey was shocked that the other party hadn't released the Projection of the Ancestor, but it had already caused all sorts of anomalies. Joey had only heard of such things as activating seals, releasing Origin Energy, and causing abnormal phenomena in those experts who had passed the level 30 barrier. However, this kid in front of him had triggered a spatial anomaly with his Level 25 Origin Energy, and Joey had never heard of it before.

The opponent's aura was constantly accumulating. Joey could no longer care about bullying the small. He did not dare to let his opponent push his aura to the peak before attacking. The old man raised the saboteur and rushed over with a strong aura.

The silver-haired man smiled faintly, "Now you want to make a move? Too late!"

Threads of scarlet flames appeared out of thin air, scattering around the man. The eight strands of Vermillion Flame instantly grew in power, condensing into a human form. Joey's pupils widened. The figure condensed from the scarlet flames was no different from his opponent, like a puppet. Then, the man raised his saber and charged forward. The eight Vermillion Fire Puppets made the same movements and moved forward together with the silver-haired man.

Joey's eyes were wide open.

Amidst the gray hills, a burst of vermillion heavenly flames swallowed and spat out like lightning, reflecting the entire hill red!

In Joey's eyes, this was the only streak of Vermillion Flame Lightning left in the world!