Chapter 1892 Cascadia's Pitiable Past

The ordinary chairs seemed to transform into the Netherthrone. Dalton didn't even need to speak. He was just resting his chin lazily on one hand when countless wraiths surged forth from behind him, tearing his enemy apart on his behalf. And every single one of them was stronger than the malevolent spirit, capable of devouring him in just a bite or two. The malevolent spirit clutched his own arm, his vision blurred by bloody tears, desperate to beg for mercy. But he knew Dalton had never shown an ounce of compassion. Aside from his arm, the left half of his body had already melted into dark water. Just as he thought he was done for, a calm, clear voice sounded from upstairs. "Dalton, don't kill him. I still have questions to ask." It was Wynter, the one holding the Soul Commanding Badge. The malevolent spirit couldn't make sense of the relationship between these two, but in the very next second, the most horrifying visions before his eyes dissipated completely. He finally had a ch