Without the protection of his inner power, Damien Gray was gravely injured, coughing up several mouthfuls of fresh blood. The exposed part of his face beyond the mask was as pale as paper.
Morgan Shangguan held him tightly, her expression grim. The chilling aura emanating from her almost made people mistake her for being possessed by the Ghostmaster himself!
Morgan knew very well that Damien’s injuries were far more than internal wounds. She saw clearly that the power Jin Locke used was the same as the one that attacked her last time—this must be Sorcery. Back then, that power was much weaker than Jin Locke’s, but it stubbornly tried to devour her Spirit Power. She had exhausted herself to finally wear it down.
Now, Damien’s inner power had vanished without a trace. That force had been driven into his body, and its consequences remained unknown.
“Jin Locke, are you courting death?” Her chilling gaze fell upon Jin Locke, making it seem as if her eyes could tear him apart at any moment.
Her emotions had always been shallow—whether love or hate, nothing ever felt intense. She could honestly say she had never truly hated anyone; hate, after all, is a feeling even stronger than love, and she simply wasn’t capable of such depth.
But now, everything was different. Damien had taught her what it meant to love, and with love came hate. In this moment, she truly wished she could kill Jin Locke!
This side of Morgan Shangguan was one Jin Locke had never seen before. In the past, even when she dismembered someone, she would wear a faint smile. But now, he began to doubt if this explosive person before him was really Morgan Shangguan!
Glancing at Damien Gray in her arms, Jin Locke’s smile turned mocking, his eyes filled with jealousy. “Didn’t you want me to suffer a fate worse than death? Now you want to kill me instead?” He couldn’t understand why this man deserved such fierce protection from her—a woman who could dismember her own sister, yet showed such gentleness to this man.
“Mo’er...”
The low voice in her ear made Morgan Shangguan lose her composure completely. "Damien Gray, are you tired of living? If you want to die, there are easier ways..."
Damien Gray silenced her with a kiss, his hand gently stroking her back to soothe her anger. It had been a long time since Morgan had been so infuriated by him.
The taste of blood was bitter in her mouth. Morgan shoved him away, her face still dark. Damien coughed twice, weakly leaning on her shoulder and murmured, "Mo’er, it hurts..."
Seeing him use this trick again, Morgan wanted to slap him, but in the end, she held him gently, snorting, "Serves you right!"
Morgan’s eyes held a trace of worry. Although Damien was a Demon Child, born with tenacious vitality even before birth, this time she couldn’t help but worry.
She narrowed her eyes at the person at the doorway; it seemed Jin Locke had inherited the abilities of the body’s original owner. If Jin Locke attacked now, she wasn’t sure she could stop him.
There was only one way left!
Morgan held Damien close, her face expressionless, but her hand slipped between their bodies, searching him.
Damien’s eyes flickered, knowing what she was looking for, and he cooperated by leaning on her without moving.
Morgan finally found a few jade beads and sighed in relief. Thankfully, Damien usually kept her things for her. What she had made out of boredom now happened to be useful.
She had no Spirit Power now, so fighting Jin Locke was clearly unwise. But Jin Locke’s real goal was the Jade Seal—he wouldn’t give up until he got it.
But even if she wanted to hand over the Jade Seal, it was impossible now. If she couldn’t win, she’d have to hide!
She didn’t feel embarrassed by this at all. A true hero knows when to bend and when to stand tall, and she was just a woman—if she only knew how to act brave, she’d have died many times over!
“Fiona...” Jin Locke looked at Morgan Shangguan with a complicated expression, as if wanting to say something.
Taking advantage of his distraction, Morgan scattered the jade beads she held. They landed on the ground with crisp sounds, each stopping at its intended spot.
In an instant, everyone in the palace vanished, leaving only Jin Locke at the doorway.
Those jade beads stored some Spirit Power. Morgan was fairly skilled with formations, and combined, the effect was quite good. It wasn’t a high-level formation, just a simple illusion array, but with her improvements, it used minimal power for maximum effect. Now that it was activated, it should be enough to keep Jin Locke at bay for a while.
At that moment, Jin Locke’s face at the doorway looked strange. He stared blankly at the empty space, his eyes filled with surprise, doubt, struggle, and disbelief.
Morgan had no time to care about his odd expression. Damien was still trying to suppress that power, but now, with no inner strength left, he couldn’t hold it back at all.
Damien coughed up another mouthful of blood, his face darkening. His lowered eyes revealed nothing of his feelings.
The others couldn’t help but worry. Maxwell Jing and Ethan Gu had never seen Damien Gray hurt before, especially not so seriously and in such a strange way.
Ethan Gu wanted to check Damien Gray’s pulse, but Morgan stopped him. “It’s useless.”
Hearing those words, Maxwell Jing and Ethan Gu looked at her. Maxwell couldn’t help but ask, “Princess Consort, do you mean…?” He wanted to deny his suspicion, but seeing Morgan’s somber face, his heart sank.
Quentin Hua’s face also fell. Who could believe the Ghostmaster would die so easily? But things weren’t looking good. Though he knew little about Sorcery, he understood it was strange and troublesome.
After a long silence, Damien suddenly pulled Morgan into his arms, holding her tightly.
Morgan wrapped her arms around his waist and asked softly, “What are you doing?” At this moment, her eyes showed no worry—she seemed to have made up her mind.
Damien’s grip loosened a little, his fingers running through her smooth hair. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “Die with me.” Selfish or domineering, if he couldn’t bear to lose her, he’d keep her by his side forever.