He rushed towards his Patriarch and swung his arm.
A resounding sound echoed as Zevonn Malark’s palm was fractured, as he felt like he had slapped a rock. But despite the pain, his face gleamed with a maddened expression.
"Old bastard! How can you show your face to our branch after suppressing us to death!? You saved us!? You’re keeping us alive!? What a load of bullshit! Die, fucking loser!"
A rain of punches and brutalizing kicks landed on the Blackcurse Voidfang Eel Clan’s Patriarch.
At first, Zevonn Malark’s fists popped, and his feet exploded, blood spewing out as even his bones were revealed, but Davis commanded halfway that Patriarch should lower and seal his cultivation to show his loyalty.
The unmoving mountain was then thrashed by Zevonn Malark.
It was only after a few minutes that Zevonn Malark calmed down.
However, the aftermath of his body seemed like his limbs had been cut off.
He had used his bones to strike his opponent, not his fist or feet, as they had popped from beating a higher-level cultivator. It was incredibly brutal.
"..."
Evelynn was honestly surprised. This young lad can take pain at this level. She finally understood why Davis saw something in him and even allowed him to do this.
Meanwhile, the Blackcurse Voidfang Eel Clan’s Patriarch rose up from lying on the ground. He resumed his posture of kneeling and greeting Davis. However, his face swelled while blood soaked his figure, and there was even blood profusely dripping from a few holes made by arm bones used as a sword.
Miserable as he looked, he still tried to prove his loyalty to Davis.
Davis appeared in front of the Patriarch and patted his shoulder, "You did well proving your loyalty."
"My life is always yours, Divine Emperor of Death!" He responded, his eyes clouding.
"..."
Zevonn Malark breathed heavily, but he held his breath, simply unable to believe this.
And then, he saw life energy descending and healing the Blackcurse Voidfang Eel Clan’s Patriarch, further eliciting more words of loyalty from the Patriarch.
Zevonn Malark supposed this was a slave force that was going to be used for whatever the Divine Emperor of Death planned here.
The question was- were they also part of the plan? What could two mere Empyreans do? They didn’t have anything special here.
"It seems like my presence here was not required."
At this moment, a figure descended from the darkness again.
"...!?" Jillian Hayden and Zevonn Malark were stunned.
However, when they saw a beauty gliding through the air, their gazes flickered. They then saw her cup her hands towards Davis.
"I’m full. We’re all set to leave." Fairy Divinacia said with a light smile.
"Good!"
Davis said with an approving expression. Fairy Divinacia had already been here for some time, appearing somewhere during the part where he had tortured Girias and Harmon for hours. She didn’t bother to disturb him.
He raised his hand, revealing a single finger, "But there’s still one move left for me to make in this city- the Saint."