Should the worst-case scenario occur, Nash had mentally prepared himself. If Fremu was not lying, then he was not the one who started the fire; it was someone else. However, Fremu did seem familiar. He was probably the shadowy figure Nash had chased while the firestarter was another person.

Nash had previously fallen for Fremu's trap, so he could not be unprepared this time. He had learned how to dispel flames within his body from Ronan, and the skill proved useful in this operation. Because of this, Nash did not notice the liquid when he had just healed himself back then.

Admittedly, while the ModHumans were weak on their own, their abilities were quite troublesome. Or more precisely, it was the Illuminion that was troublesome.

The abilities the potions enhanced were likely specifically for targeting cultivators. Flames that could burn true energy, bullets that could penetrate true energy shields, and liquids that could corrode true energy-these guys were really a headache.

Nash also noticed that the website had a considerable number of registrations, suggesting that hundreds or even thousands of ordinary people had become Mod Humans. The situation was becoming complicated.

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On the street, Evelyn was out shopping for some groceries to cook a meal and was imagining how happy Nash would be when he returned to see the food she had prepared. With this thought in mind, she hopped along the street cheerfully. However, she was unaware that multiple pairs of eyes were watching her from behind her. Several shadowy figures slipped into an alley as they continued to tail her.

Suddenly, Evelyn sensed something. She turned around but saw nothing behind her. Thinking it was just her imagination, she continued walking down the street.

On the other side of a wall, Mosley had crushed three black piranha-like creatures with his hands. Behind him, Patrick appeared again.noveldrama

"I say, no need to be so hasty, you bastard," Mosley said.

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Patrick did not waste any either and immediately drew his scythe to attack Mosley. Mosley dodged and grabbed the scythe. The two began a test of strength. However, Mosley was not built for direct confrontation and was flung away in the next second

"Patrick! You bastard!" Mosley got serious and summoned numerous demons to attack Patrick, who simply swung his scythe and cut

them down with a single net

Mosley used the demons' power to strengthen himself and then landed

a punch on Patrick's aboded

Patrick instinctively staggered backward.

Seizing the opportunity, Mosley manipulated the demons to snatch Patrick's scythe and then bonded him to the wall again. Patrick struggled desperately but tomo avail.

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Mosley said with a victorious stance, "Alright. You just be good and stay here."

Patrick suddenly started laughing for some reason.

"What are you laughing at?" Mosley asked in surprise.

"Mos, didn't you say you'd help me when I wanted to die?" "Oh? So, you want to die now?"