Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 1160

Chapter 1160: Chapter 1160: The Remaining Blood_1 Chapter 1160: Chapter 1160: The Remaining Blood_1 Samantha tried to flirtatiously flaunt herself to achieve her goal.

But the chains on her body made it impossible for her to move.

Samantha never expected that she, a mighty realm cultivator, would now have to rely on her own body to gain a glimmer of hope for survival.

Unfortunately for her, Ethan Smith did not fall for her act.

It was all just a facade, not worth mentioning.

What he wanted was a soul connection.

“You all continue to enjoy your pain.” Ethan sneered.

“Please… Don't… save us…” someone from the upper ranks begged tremulously.

“If not… just kill us!” Another high-ranking member seemingly couldn't bear the pain and shouted frantically.

Ethan sneered: “Marc Fraley was right, dying like this would be too cheap for you all. Enjoy it slowly.”

After that, Ethan looked at Dashiell Garrett and asked, “Where is the blood?”

“Let's leave this place first.” Dashiell Garrett replied.

Ethan responded with a nod, agreeing to do so.

This place was, after all, the Paramount Mystic Realm, and Dashiell Garrett was extremely familiar with it.

He led the way, and they soon arrived at the passage.

After opening the passage, the two disappeared into the Mystic Realm without a trace.

As they fled through the Paramount Mystic Realm, Dashiell Garrett coldly said, “Follow me.”

Ethan glanced at Dashiell Garrett and asked, “Where to?”

Dashiell Garrett said indifferently, “I'd anticipated disaster long ago, so I have prepared a hiding place that only I know.”

“You're quite resourceful with your hideouts.” Ethan taunted.

“This isn't the time to talk about that; let's hurry.” Dashiell urged.

Ethan hummed in agreement, following Dashiell as they fled towards the east.

The two left Capital City and arrived at a seashore.

Standing on the shore, Dashiell raised his hand and began feeling around in the Void in front of him.

A few minutes later, a light flared up, and an entrance materialized before them.

“Mystic Realm?” Ethan asked with a hint of surprise.

Dashiell snorted, “This is a Mystic Realm that I created with my own hands. Although it's a very small realm, it's perfect for hiding.”

After saying that, Dashiell charged into the Mystic Realm first.

Ethan wasted no further time, following closely behind to enter the realm.

As Dashiell said, the Mystic Realm was indeed very small.

It was more a Mansion than a realm.

The entire place was only a few hundred square meters in size, and the decorations inside were very crude.

“Where is the blood?” Ethan asked, looking at Dashiell.

Dashiell pointed to the courtyard behind him and said, “It's in there.”

Ethan had no time to waste, for the blood played a significant role, and was the key to defeating Marc Fraley.

“Lead the way.” Ethan urged.

They crossed the Great Hall and entered the courtyard behind it.

There, they saw a ceramic jar.

There was a faint aura flowing around the jar, seemingly sealed by some secret technique.

Dashiell walked in front of the jar; his hand glowed as he placed it on the jar.

The mist coiling around the jar began to disperse, revealing its true form.

This jar was extraordinary, forged from an unknown material that maximally sealed the flow of aura.

Dashiell then opened the jar.

Inside, a pool of blood-red liquid slowly churned.

Smelling the familiar scent, Ethan couldn't help but feel heartache, and anger surfaced on his face.

He turned abruptly, grabbing Dashiell's throat, and lifting him into the air.

The immense force made it difficult for Dashiell to breathe!

His face darkened as he struggled to move his limbs.

“You… said… you won't… kill me…” Dashiell muttered with difficulty.

Ethan gritted his teeth and threw him to the side.

“It's really a pity I can't kill you.” Ethan said coldly.

He stared at the blood in the jar and coldly said, “This is all because of you.”

Dashiell coughed violently before retorting, “If it weren't for us, you wouldn't even have the chance to touch this blood…”

“Bullshit!” Ethan slapped Dashiell across the face.

“If it wasn't for you guys, Emily and I wouldn't even need to be separated.” Ethan said coldly.

Dashiell knew his words were futile, so he simply shut up.

Staring at the blood in the jar, Ethan took a deep breath.

With a wave of his hand, he collected the blood into the jar.

“According to the information we obtained, your union with Emily Taylor will unleash a terrifying power.” Dashiell stated from the side.

“But we don't know exactly how much power it will unleash. I must say, I'm quite looking forward to it.”

Ethan glanced at Dashiell and sneered, “Dashiell Garrett, you better stay alive. Sooner or later, I will kill you myself.”

Dashiell chuckled, “You've already sworn on the Path of Heaven; I'm afraid you won't have the chance.”

“We'll see about that.” Ethan replied coldly.

“If there comes a day when I can disregard the Path of Heaven's punishment, I will definitely kill you.”

After leaving those words, Ethan turned and entered a room.

Dashiell stared blankly at Ethan, frowning slightly.

All who reached the Mighty Realm were geniuses.

Especially under Earth's harsh conditions.

Despite the majority of resources being hoarded by their group of eight, reaching the Mighty Realm required more than just resources, but also innate talent.

Without exaggeration, any person who entered the Mighty Realm was as rare as a phoenix feather or a unicorn horn.

Especially Dashiell Garrett as the leader of the group of eight.

As long as he was still alive, anything was possible for Dashiell.

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