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In his eyes, the whole world had become a map that could be folded at will.
Lin Ci's lips curled up slightly as a thought flashed through her mind.
"Valon's office."
His figure blurred instantly and then disappeared completely.
Valon's office.
Valon sat in his expensive leather executive chair, a glass of red wine in his hand, looking dejected.
Today he finally realized that he was simply not cut out to be a leader.
Just as he was wallowing in self-pity, the air in front of him suddenly distorted without warning.
A figure appeared out of thin air.
The red wine in Valon's mouth sprayed out completely, covering the desk in front of him.
He stared in horror at Lin Ci, who had suddenly appeared, his heart pounding in his throat.
Lin Ci looked at his disheveled appearance, a hint of apology flashing in her eyes.
"We've made some progress in our research. Hope you weren't scared."
Valon forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, his lips twitching uncontrollably.
"He must have been frightened."
Lin Ci chuckled softly, and another thought flashed through his mind.
His figure twisted again and disappeared from Valon's sight.
Valon was left alone, staring blankly at the empty office.
I wonder if I'm hallucinating because the blow was too great.
Lin Ci's figure reappeared in his own office.
He felt the absolute control over the power of space within his body and nodded in satisfaction.
"Not bad, Holy Lord."
A smug smile appeared on the Holy Lord's translucent face.
“Boss, I also cast another spell, which expanded his original spatial power.”
"Now you can create a space, your own private space, where you can store some items."
Lin Ci's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Storage space?"
"The boss's description is very accurate."
Now, Lin Ci truly looked at the Holy Lord with new respect.
Having a treasure in the family is like having an elder.
Not to mention the Holy Lord, an old dragon who has lived for thousands of years.
It's practically an all-powerful wish-granting machine.
"Well done."
The smile in Lin Ci's eyes slowly faded, replaced by a cold, sharp glint.
He has gathered the power of the twelve talismans into one, and has also mastered spatial abilities.
So next.
"We should go find that old bastard Daolong and settle the score."
Lin Ci's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable chill.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the walls, looking towards the gloomy castle in the distance.
"Go to the Dragon's Castle."
Inside the gloomy hall, the air was filled with a strange smell of herbs and sulfur.
Daolong sat cross-legged in front of a huge cauldron, his eyes closed.
He must find the location of those twelve talismans again.
Those mysterious powers containing ancient magic can only belong to him, and are only worthy of belonging to him.
Suddenly, Daolong opened his eyes.
In the large pot in front of him, the originally calm, dark green liquid began to churn violently, and a thick cloud of smoke rose up.
The smoke gathered in mid-air, gradually forming a blurry mirror.
The image in the mirror flickered, then slowly became clear.
That's where the twelve talismans are located.
Dao Long's brows furrowed tightly.
The mirror showed only pure darkness.
Deep, deathly silent, with no reference points.
Where is this place? It's pitch black.
Is this a place for good people to stay?
Dao Long squinted, trying to discern more details from the darkness.
On the edge of that darkness, some familiar outlines could be vaguely seen.
Those were the stone pillars in his castle, and the ancient tapestries hanging on the walls.
This place seems to be his own castle.
Just as he was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a slightly mocking voice came from the darkness of the main hall.
"Daolong, it's been a long time."
Dao Long's muscles tensed instantly, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
Without the slightest hesitation, he shouted sharply.
"Gan, Wen, Cui!"
Three dark assassins emerged from the smoke, protecting him firmly in the middle.
In the darkness, a figure slowly walked out, finally stopping at the edge of the flickering candlelight.
Dao Long narrowed his cloudy eyes slightly as he saw the newcomer's face.
"Oh it's you."
"What are you doing here?"
A slight smile played on Lin Ci's face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"We haven't settled the score from last time yet."
"Didn't you want a talisman? I've brought it to you."
The moment the words left his mouth, a blinding yellow light suddenly flashed in Lin Ci's eyes.
The pig charm has piercing, electric eyes.
Two scorching laser beams shot out from the sky at a speed too fast for the naked eye to detect.
The dark assassin Cui, standing at the forefront, didn't even have time to react before his body was instantly pierced by a laser.
No screaming, no struggle.
His figure twisted and dissipated in the scorching energy, eventually turning into a wisp of smoke and returning to nothingness.
The next second, Lin Ci's body defied gravity and slowly floated into the air.
He extended his right hand, palm facing the dragon below.
A scorching pillar of fire, as thick as a water bucket, erupted from his palm, carrying a terrifying power capable of incinerating everything, and blasted straight at Daolong.
Dark Assassin Wen let out a roar and stood in front of Daolong without hesitation.
He raised his hammer high, trying to block the devastating fire dragon's breath.
However, everything is in vain.
The pillar of fire engulfed him instantly.
His imposing body, along with the weapon in his hand, turned to ashes.
Only one dark assassin remained: Gan.
Holding a three-section staff, he stood resolutely in front of Daolong, his bloodshot eyes filled with unwavering loyalty.
A playful smile curved Lin Ci's lips.
"So loyal."
He reached out and grabbed at the air, facing Gan.
Chicken talisman, manipulated by mental power.
Gan's body instantly went out of control, as if grabbed by an invisible hand, and flew straight towards Lin Ci in mid-air.
Lin Ci easily grabbed his neck.
Gan struggled violently, unwilling to be reduced to mere prey.
He swung his three-section staff with all his might, trying to poke Lin Ci's eyes.
Lin Ci stretched out his other hand and pinched the stick between his fingers.
But a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Damn it, Gan, you really are a genius."
"They actually knew to attack the body's vulnerable parts first."
He increased the pressure on his hand slightly.