My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 362

On the outskirts of Crestwood, the set of Realm of Illusions.

Shadows danced as bullets flew, a heroic figure clad in black wielding dual pistols, moved through the boundless night. Wherever she went, ICE Alliance warriors fell.

In the end, she too fell into a pool of bright red blood.

“Dead, she’s dead!”

“Phoenix, you’ve finally met your end at my hands, Black Mamba!”

“Hahaha.”

The leader of the ICE Alliance, Black Mamba, let out a maniac laugh; his iron boots clanking as he approached the fallen shadow, ready to lift her “corpse.”

Unexpectedly, the girl suddenly rose, drew her guns, loaded it, aimed, and fired. Her movements were as swift as a shadow in the night, leaving him no time to react before his head exploded. He died with a smile still on his face.

“Phoenix.”

He dropped under her icy, emotionless eyes.

“Boom—”

Black Mamba had rigged his heart as a bomb trigger. Once his heart stopped beating, the prison holding the severe offenders from Ignite Camp would explode.

A massive explosion sounded, flames shooting up into the sky.

Without a second thought, Phoenix rushed into the flames.

Below the dungeon, Maximus struggled for breath amidst the thick smoke, on the brink of death. His limbs were shackled with heavy chains, his body covered in wounds, his clothes soaked in blood, and his breath faint. It was a miracle he was still alive, a miracle sustained by a single, desperate hope.

But now, with the explosion and the rising flames, that hope was extinguished. It was time for him to go.

Just as he was about to accept his fate, a loud “clang” of the prison door being kicked open echoed. From the thick smoke emerged a figure as commanding as a bloodthirsty goddess in the night, mysterious and captivating.

Maximus saw her and could hardly believe his eyes. After a moment, he burst into a satisfied and eerie laugh, “Hahaha.”

“Phee, Phee, you finally came.”