Chapter 1295

Wyatt's determination was unshakable. He stepped forward and delivered a devastating kick, sending the two remaining lackeys flying like ragdolls. They crashed onto the asphalt road outside the villa with bone-crushing thuds. The two men rolled across the ground, groaning in agony. Though they hailed from the exalted True Spirit Eden as mere servants of the Empress' Palace, their skills were far from impressive. Against Wyatt, they were no match at all. Wyatt didn't give them a moment's reprieve. In a flash, he was upon them. With a sickening crunch, he stomped down, shattering their skulls like brittle glass. The two were gone in an instant, sent straight to the afterlife. Without wasting time, Wyatt knelt down to search their bodies. His brow furrowed in disappointment—nothing valuable, no treasures or elixirs. These so-called emissaries weren't even worth looting. "Are you blind? That disk hanging from the bearded guy's belt is a Herbal Compass, a high-grade tool for detecting r