Chapter 120

Chapter 120

The Terranova ninja’s sword pierced Cillian’s stomach. He went flying backward and eventually got pinned to one of the mansion’s walls.

Meanwhile, the Terranova ninja’s body split into two halves because of Cillian’s sword aura.

The remaining corpses still under control picked up knives and dashed toward the mansion.

Lloyd slammed his hands to the ground before he got to his feet and stood in front of the mansion’s door.

He had a determined look in his eyes as if he were ready to sacrifice his life then and there.

Zakariah got to his feet and picked up a longsword from the ground before walking over to stand next to Lloyd.

George, who had lost one of his feet, leaped into the air and landed beside them.

Janson took a deep breath. “If I die today protecting the warden, I will have no regrets!”

He slowly made his way toward the other three after finishing his sentence.

The four stood shoulder to shoulder and exchanged smiles.

Over thirty killers waved their weapons over their heads as they charged toward the four.

The immense pressure was enough for them to find it difficult to catch their breath.

After two hours of intense battling, they had already used all their inner energy.

Now, they had no energy left to fight.

In fact, they had even closed their eyes.

Just when the thirty figures had reached the front of the four people.

The mansion’s door opened abruptly.

Skadi stood at the door and said in a falsely confident tone, “Come at me if you have the guts to do so…”

When the killers heard Skadi’s voice, they brushed past the four men and dashed toward her.

Skadi hurriedly got out of their way.

Nash ran out with his heavenly sword and weaved through the thirty killers like a ghost.

Blood and flesh flew wherever he passed through.

The thirty killers were reduced to nothing but their skeletons.

In the straw hut up north.

The thirty voodoo dolls on the table burst into flames…

The old priest roared, “F*ck you, Master Nash… Just you wait…”

Inside the Zell’s mansion.

In the living room.

Stellar placed the warden on the bed and drew a thin blanket over him.

Philix’s face was flushed red, and he seemed to be in good health. However, his frame was as skeletal as ever.

Cillian sat with his feet crossed underneath him and used his inner energy to heal his wounds.

Skadi squatted beside Cillian and asked nervously, “Cillian, are you alright?”

Cillian looked at the two bloody wounds on his chest and stomach before saying calmly, “I’m alright…” Zakariah, who was lying on the ground, asked sullenly, “Aren’t you going to show me any concern?”

“Ah… grandpa…”

Skadi finally remembered her grandfather was injured and hurried over so she could help him to the couch.

Nash’s face was pale as he retrieved the twenty-four snake-shaped golden needles from Philix’s body.

The needles, which had been a brilliant gold color before, had turned dull.

He checked Philix’s vitals and heaved a sigh of relief after confirming there were no major problems.

His entire night’s work had not been done in vain.

He looked up at the heavens. The General Star was orbiting around the Purple Emperor Star, and the Apocalyptic Star had moved down South.

Philix’s eyes slowly opened.

When he saw the night sky, he mumbled, “Am I… still alive?”

When Stellar heard the warden’s voice, he hurried over and grasped his hand. “Warden, you’re still alive… Nash changed the course of your life and saved you…”

Philix got to his feet with great difficulty.

He was stunned when he saw the multiple injured people in the room. “What… What’s going on?”

Stellar began relaying the evening’s events to Stellar.

He was a natural storyteller and gave a retelling that was emotional and captivating.

Nash took off his robe and biretta, untied his golden amulet, and put all his tools back into the tote bag that had been mended multiple times.

No one noticed the gray hairs that now co-existed with his dark head of hair. Changing a person’s course of life took at least twenty years of your own life.