Chapter 1968

"Deluca, that's his name, isn't it?" Zaafea looked coldly at the sect master and asked. "Don't worry, I haven't divulged all of your secrets. I only extracted some relatively important ones. I've kept your part confidential for now," Zaafea continued. Hearing this, Dawson was overcome with tears. "Thank you so much." Zaafea gestured for Dawson to rise. "Enough, enough. It doesn't matter anymore. But can you tell me about the situation regarding the Church of the Netherworld and the North Territory's Warden?" Dawson hesitated visibly. "About that..." "What? Do you think you have a choice?" Zaafea's voice turned cold as dark energy surged within him. Sensing the chill, Dawson kneeled once more. "No! No, it's not that! It's just..." Dawson stammered. Seeing his hesitation, Zaafea approached Deluca and simply said, "Fine, I'll waste no more words on you." He then struck Deluca with a burst of dark energy. Deluca stood up like a puppet that was devoid of life. When Dawson saw this,