Philip’s expression was tense as he stared fixedly at Cleo and barked. “You’re challenging my limits!”
Cleo chuckled and said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, you have too many limits. These are the choices right
in front of you now. I’ll only give you 30 seconds to think about it. Kill Fennel or I’ll destroy this chip!”
With that said, the smile on Cleo’s face was completely replaced by malevolence. This woman was
exactly the same as described by Steven, scheming and ruthless!
Philip stood on the spot and felt the world spinning around him. His mind was full of the two choices
mentioned by Cleo. He could still hear Fennel’s battle cries behind him.
Rumble!
Scarlet airwaves surged. Fennel was currently fighting with the warriors of the Lovelace family who had
been enhanced with the special drugs researched by the institute. This group of warriors was no
ordinary people. They were totally like killing machines, very powerful. They were at least on par with
the disciples at the peak of the fourth or fifth zones.
The Lovelace family’s research on the human body had actually reached such an amazing level.
Simply terrifying!
However, the red dragon halberd in Fennel’s hand gushed with scarlet airwaves and killed the last
gene-enhanced warrior of the Lovelace family. Then, Fennel saw Philip being surrounded. He rushed
over with the halberd in his hand.
Swish!
Fennel stood in front of Philip, his face grim as he stared at Cleo on the opposite side. He raised the
halberd in his hand, pointed at the other party, and roared. “Cleo Lovelace, what do you want to do?”
After saying this, Fennel said to Philip behind him, “You go first and I’ll hold them back. Someone will
pick you up outside.”
Philip raised his brows and looked at Fennel’s back in front of him as a glint flashed in his eyes.
On the opposite side, Cleo smiled sinisterly and asked, “Young Patriarch Clarke, have you decided?
You have ten seconds.”
With that said, Cleo started the countdown.
“Ten!”
“Nine!”
Every second was torture to Philip’s nerves and heart. He had to decide. Philip was on the brink of
collapse. He clenched his fists tightly as flames burned in his eyes.
“Five!”
“Four!”
While Cleo was counting down, Fennel had started fighting with the guards around Cleo.
Philip looked at Fennel who had his halberd in his hand and was fighting more and more ferociously.
Hot tears flowed from his eyes!
Cleo’s voice also rang at this time, “One! Young Patriarch Clarke, what is your choice?!”
Cleo smiled coldly and looked at Philip.
Philip was indignant and roared angrily. He raised his hand and unleashed the rule power of the sword!
Swish!
Silver light flashed in the sky. A knight’s longsword suddenly appeared in Philip’s hand.
Philip raised the longsword in his hand and pointed it at the figure…
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