Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 2427

He gazed in the direction of Mount Kush while speaking.

I wonder if the Kush Clan has defeated Pietro and destroyed the Dragon's Vein yet. If they succeed, Eurasia will fall into the hands of the Kush Clan. We don't have much time left. Once Zeke's new Dragon's Vein is formed, our efforts to wipe out the old one will be in vain.

With his eyes fixed on the faraway purple light, the Guardian of Mount Kush clenched his fists tightly in anger. “I must have this stream of Fortuna, even if I have to sacrifice my life!”

Unholy Valley was a deep valley nestled between the cliffs and lofty mountains. It had a complicated terrain with winding roads.

Rumor had it that the road leading to Unholy Valley was, by far, the most challenging route on earth.

It was a known forbidden area to all men. Everyone was aware that no one would come out of the valley alive.

It was the same for any flying creatures. Any birds that entered the valley would lose their sense of direction, get trapped inside, and eventually starve to death.

Dead bodies littered the valley. Most of them belonged to wicked men who used to live vicious lives. After they died, their sadistic and violent nature before death left a hostile feeling in the air.

At the very bottom of the valley was a layer of dark mist formed by the malice and hatred of the dead, proof of how strong these negative emotions were.

The rotting bodies had been dead for some time, and it had been a long while since there was a new addition.

With Eurasia developing into a prosperous and safe nation, its citizens started living in harmony, and the standards of living increased significantly too. In other words, there were not many sinful men.

Nevertheless, a fresh corpse arrived yesterday, and it was none other than Jared's.

When his body was thrown down, it fell on a sharp piece of rock that pierced through his chest. It was a gory sight, indeed.

There was total silence in the valley that one could hear a pin drop. It was horrifying to the core when the wind blew through the gaps of the rocks and created an eerie sound like a ghost howling.

Swoosh!

Suddenly, a series of rustling noises broke the silence, and a silhouette approached from afar at a rapid pace.

Finally, the shadow stopped beside Jared's body.

It was Warren from Netherworld.

He stared at Jared intently, his face contorted into an ugly scowl.

Seething, he clenched his jaw tightly and roared, “What a useless piece of trash who wasted all of my resources! In the end, you could not even obliterate Linton Group. Did you know that you've ruined my plans? If only you'd taken over Linton Group and acquired it, this new Fortuna would have been mine! You piece of sh*t! Death was the easy way out for you!”

Then, Warren released his anger on Jared.

After Warren exerted a little force, Jared's head exploded into a bloody mist from the excess negative energy the former pumped into him.

As though that was not enough to diffuse Warren's deep-rooted resentment, he proceeded to tear off all of Jared's limbs and blow up his remains with negative energy.

Alas, the poor Jared died a horrendous death, not even given the dignity of having an intact corpse.

Finally, Warren's anger gradually dissipated.

He scanned the surroundings and stated placidly, “Anyhow, I must thank you for helping me to locate this eerie place. The negative energy that lingers here is so strong, which makes it the perfect place for me to cultivate.”

Without further ado, Warren sat down and started his cultivation process.

However, he noticed something was off just several minutes into his cultivation.

Yet, he could not put a finger on it despite having a strange gut feeling bugging him.

Immediately, he opened his eyes and checked everywhere, but he failed to sense anything unusual.

This is so peculiar! he thought before shutting his eyes again.

Then, the strange feeling crept up on him once more.

Something doesn't add up!

Warren then became wary and put his guard up. He unleashed a concentrated wave of negative energy to fill the air with the hope that he could feel the place thoroughly. Even then, he could not discover anything out of place.