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The golden lotus floated toward the black lotus mark on Casey's back. Like mycelium, golden fibers spread toward the black lotus. A buzzing sound erupted as the black lotus suddenly released a massive amount of black mist.

A ghostly face appeared, attempting to swallow the golden lotus. However, it instantly dissipated upon making contact with the golden light.

Gradually, the black lotus detached from Casey's back. As the ghostly face marred with black threads fully separated from Casey's back, the golden lotus forcefully collided with it, causing the black lotus to vanish like smoke.

Nash immediately activated his Third Eye to inspect Casey's body and found no more black lines in his soul or flesh. The golden lotus returned to Jaxon's body. The event left Jaxon looking pale, indicating the difficulty that came with manipulating the golden lotus.

"Are you okay?" Nash asked with concern.

Jaxon's lips barely moved as he replied, "It's nothing." Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

After that, Nash removed the golden needle from Casey's spine and dispelled the rune sealing his mind. Casey regained consciousness and immediately sat up, surveying his surroundings. Realizing he was not in his own villa, his pupils contracted slightly. "Where is this..."

"Casey, we've removed the black lotus mark from your back. Can you talk now?" Nash asked casually.

Lumi mentioned before that the Divine Strategy Squadron had captured a member of the Church of the Netherworld, only for the person to self-immolate into ashes during interrogation. The black lotus mark had likely been the cause.

Casey adjusted his bathrobe, his anger surging over. "What black lotus mark? I don't know what you're talking about. I advise you to release me immediately, or I'll sue you for illegal detention!"

Nash narrowed his eyes. "Do you think I have no way of finding out even if you don't tell me?" He then turned his head toward Jaxon. "Ever heard of the Soul-Search Technique?"

"The Light guides. This technique harms the spirit and the mind. I don't recommend you use it, Master Calcraft," Jaxon said calmly, his emotions unreadable.

Casey, however, noted the underlying threat and intimidation in the man's tone.

"I really don't know anything. Please let me go!" Casey pleaded with a pained expression.

"I already told you, the black lotus mark on your back has been removed. You can say anything now!"

Casey fell to his knees, crying. "But I really don't know anything. Even if you kill me, I can't tell you anything!"

Nash sighed. Then I have no choice

but to use the Soul-Search Technique." With that, he placed a hand on Casey's crown, the veins running through his hand bulging as a dark mist started enveloping Casey's head.

Casey's face twisted in agony as he screamed like a pig getting slaughtered.

Nash located vague fragments in Casey's memories. Among those fragments were arrays made up of numerous intricate patterns. Casey had sealed some memories within himself.

Nash closed his eyes, furiously deducing a method to break the formation within his spiritual and mental realms.

Just then, a loud explosion echoed through the sky. It was not thunder. Rather, it sounded like a bomb blast.

Jaxon's figure flashed outside in an

instant. He looked up, and in the depths of his eyes, two golden swastika symbols appeared. As his gaze focused, he saw two Profound Oriental beings battling in the sky, tens of thousands of meters high.

One was enveloped in a black robe, and the other was an elderly man in plain clothes with a head of graying hair. They were Abinech and the patriarch of the Varhess family.

High above in the sky, Jerome

Varhess radiated a faint white glow while Abinech was surrounded by dark energy. Jerome had his hands behind his back and a mocking smile on his aged face. "What's the matter? In a hurry?"

Abinech replied with a sly tone, "The Church of the Netherworld's influence spreads across the nation. You can't stop us!"

Jerome shrugged. "Still, none of you dare make any rash movements until your master comes out of seclusion, no?"

The smile on Abinech's face turned cold. "That day is very near!" With those words, he turned into a streak of black light and sped away.

The smile slowly faded from Jerome's face as he glanced down at the ground and murmured softly, "Nash oh boy, you need to step up!"