Hearing Herent's cries, Allen casually tossed the two demon warlocks he was beating into the pool of blood.
He adjusted his hair and turned to offer the red-haired girl a gentlemanly smile.
"Hi! Herent, long time no see!"
"Uh, Junior Brother Allen... is it really you?"
Herent felt like she was in a dream.
"Well, I'm here to seek revenge for a friend."
Alan briefly introduced Sonia to her.
"Sorry, I should have given you a heads-up."
"But I was afraid you'd find out, and I was caught between my family and my friends, so I didn't tell you."
Alan shook Herent's hand, an apologetic look on his face.
"I thought you were cultivating in the secret realm, but by some strange coincidence, we met here. This saves me the trouble of searching for you."
"You...really going to come find me?"
Helen's heart raced for no apparent reason.
Junior Brother Allen, do you have a place for me in your heart?
"Look at what you're saying?" Allen rolled his eyes at her. "You're my senior and good friend, and you've taken care of my business so much. If you don't come visit me when I pass by, I'd be an ungrateful person!"
Helen was deeply moved by Junior Brother Allen's kindness and righteousness, yet also a little embarrassed.
He withdrew his hand with reluctance, glanced at Sonia, and whispered a warning:
"Don't mention taking care of business anymore!"
"Your girlfriend is right here. If she hears, she'll be mad with jealousy!"
"Hehe...actually, I heard everything. It's nothing."
Sonia used a whip as a leash, wrapped it around Solang's neck, and dragged the half-dead man towards her.
"Hi! Helen, I've heard of you for a long time. Today I finally get the chance to meet you. You're truly a charming beauty!"
Sonia waved at her, smiling.
"Brother Allen, you've played with so many women...or rather, you've been played with so many times by women. If I were jealous about that, I'd be drowning in jealousy."
"Don't worry, I won't interfere with your business dealings. After all, I have to pay for my intimacy with Brother Allen."
Sonia smiled wryly, shrugged, and spread her hands.
Helen's self-esteem faded as soon as she heard she had to spend money, too!
"What discount did Alan give you?"
"30% off, and you?"
"Only 20% off!"
Helen turned and glared at Alan, her eyes filled with grievance.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry. Next time, ask him to give you 30% off, too!"
Sonia quickly grasped her hand, soothing her softly.
"Helen, if you don't mind, I'll call you sister."
"Thank you and your father for taking care of my mother all these years."
A flicker of emotion crossed Helen's face, and she took a deep breath to calm herself.
"Sonia... So you really are Aunt Anna's daughter!"
"I can't believe such a coincidence!"
Sonia sympathized, sighing, "Perhaps this is fate."
"I spent so much effort to find my mother's whereabouts, and then I learned she'd married into the Demons family and become your stepmother. I didn't think much of it, but it shocked Brother Allen!"
"Alan even said that since one of us is a succubus and the other has the blood of a succubus, we were meant to be half-sisters!"
"Maybe he was just joking, but I truly consider you my sister. Thank you for fulfilling your responsibilities as my daughter all these years!"
Sonia's eyes welled up slightly.
Herent took her hand and led them to her father and stepmother.
Ever since learning that her unborn child would be sacrificed, Anna had suffered from mental torture and despair.
Her mental state was already fragile.
After so many years, she was caught off guard and suddenly saw her own daughter, so frightened that she fainted.
She was still unconscious in her husband's arms.
Simone, holding his beloved wife, was bewildered when he saw his daughter approaching with the witch who had invaded the festival and was on a killing spree.
It wasn't until his daughter revealed Sonia's identity and purpose that he finally realized what was happening.
By then, the Abyss Warlock who had tried to intervene and stop Sonia's quest for revenge had been beaten to the ground by Allen.
The rest of the Demons family watched from a distance, each daring to breathe.
Considering the Heront family's predicament, Allen had carefully considered his actions.
Only Solang remained, his crime unforgivable.
The dying Solang, overhearing Sonia's conversation with the Heront family, finally guessed that she was Anna's daughter.
He wailed, begging for help from Simone and Helen.
Helen turned away, pretending not to hear his pleas.
Noticing his father seemed about to speak, he glared at him fiercely.
Simone was a rather cowardly man.
He listened to his wife and daughter at home, lacking any opinions of his own.
Seeing his daughter's disregard for Solang, and his deep hatred for the man who had abducted, abused, and frequently insulted Anna, he gave up his plea.
These last two lifelines, ignoring him, led Solang to threaten him in exasperation.
"Simone! You and your daughter are colluding with foreign enemies!"
"If anything happens to me today... your entire family will be buried with me!"
"You dead dog, why are you talking so much nonsense!"
Sonia lashed out with a whip, interrupting Solang's cries.
Allen observed Simone and Helen's expressions.
He saw that the father and daughter hated Solang, yet they had to consider his threats.
So, turning to Sonia, he said, "Don't kill that scumbag. I'm useful."
Sonia nodded and kicked Solang to Allen's feet.
Alan used his vortex dragon claws, sucking Solang up from the ground and suspending him in mid-air.
He thrust his left palm forward, pressing it against his chest.
Puff!
The bone spur on his palm pierced deeply into Solang's chest.
First, he extracted his blood essence, then injected Pan's induction factor.
Solomon howled in agony, his body twisting in mid-air.
As everyone watched, he reverted to his ancestral form and became possessed! From a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and powdered face, he transformed into a demon with horns, goat-hoof-like feet, and a pair of bat wings splayed from behind.
Alan turned his head and looked at Herent, curiosity in his eyes.
"This scumbag's ancestral spirit looks a bit like a succubus."
"That's an incubus, commonly known as a 'male succubus.'"
A hint of unease lingered in Herent's voice.
"Brother Alan, you've treated Solang like this... When his father arrives, it's going to be very difficult to deal with."
"There's nothing to worry about."
Alan smiled calmly.
"I'll kill the younger one first. When the older one comes, I'll kill him too."
"Let them be together, father and son, and reunited."
"Solang is nothing. His father, Cambion, is a late fifth-level cultivator with the blood of the Gluttonous Demon!" Simone couldn't help but remind the young man, "You'd better think carefully about the consequences of offending him!"
Alan smiled but said nothing.
He had promised to help Sonia seek revenge, and before setting off, he had done thorough research.
How deep is the Demons family's background?
What is the status of Cambion and Solang within the family?
He had already found out everything.
Since they were here, it proved he could afford to offend them!
"What kind of arrogant brat is this? How dare he barge into the Blood Pond Festival and cause trouble? He must be tired of living!"
A beam of light suddenly rose from the poolside.
The portly Cambion hurried out of the "Anywhere Door."
Pointing at Allen, he shouted, "Little bastard, let go of my son!"
Alan ignored his threat.
In front of Cambion, with a savage grin, he suddenly punched Solang in the chest!
Bone shattered!
Bang!
Amidst the roar, flesh and blood flew everywhere!
As Cambion stared in grief, anger, and horror...
The possessed Solang was shattered by Allen's punch!
With a cruel sneer on his lips, Allen dug out a small red crystal from the scattered flesh.
In front of Cambion, he swallowed his son's remains, crunching them until they were shredded.
—Drip!
"Consume Special Ingredient: Abyssal Essence (Night Demon)!"
"Potential +3!"
"Spirit +1!"
Current Attributes: Constitution 48, Agility 33, Spirit 55
Potential Reserve: 21 points
...
"Ahhhhhhhh—"
The grief of losing his son drove Cambion nearly insane. He pointed at Allen and roared:
"You devouring beast!"
"You heartless beast!"
"Today I will kill you with my own hands and avenge poor Solang!"
"Old Fatty, you are of gluttonous blood yourself. The saying 'devouring beast' is more apt for you."
Sonia sneered and mocked from the side.
"When you devour people, how could you not feel like a beast?"
"Now it's your son's turn to be devoured, and you blame others for your lack of conscience."
"I've never met anyone as hypocritical and shameless as you!"
Watching his son being tortured and slaughtered, and then being mocked by Sonia, Cambion was completely furious.
With a furious roar, he activated the fifth-level Atavism!
His short, stout body swelled rapidly, becoming even more bloated.
In his final Glutton form, he stood a full ten meters tall.
His entire body was covered in layers of fat, bursting through his clothes.
His belly, resembling that of a pregnant woman, was surprisingly transparent!
Through it, the wriggling of his internal organs was clearly visible.
And twisted, screaming faces drifted within his stomach.
These ghostly figures were the people Cambion had devoured.
Souls trapped within his belly, unable to escape, became vengeful spirits.
Even after death, they would continue to be enslaved by this demon!
Atavistic Cambion suddenly wailed.
The vengeful spirits trapped within him wailed in unison.
The wails of thousands of souls, heartbreaking and soul-wrenching!
The people around him, hearing this terrifying demonic sound, were terrified and pale.
Their legs and feet gave way, and they collapsed.
Herent could barely hold on.
Her father, Simone, could not.
He was trembling, his face drained of color.
Alan, holding Simone and Anna in each hand, activated his "Phantom Step," teleporting a hundred meters away.
He placed the couple on the ground.
Away from the gluttony, the mental pressure from the wailing spirits was greatly reduced. Herent hurried over to take care of his parents.
Sonia's practice of "Requiem Meditation" could counteract the Atavistic Cambion's terrifying screams.
Spreading a pair of black wings, she soared into the air, drawing her longbow.
Swish, swish, swish!
She unleashed three flaming arrows in a single breath.
The arrows whistled through the air, hitting Atavistic Cambion one after another, but were blocked by its thick flesh.
The arrows penetrated the flesh only half an inch before being deflected.
The arrow wounds and burns on Atavistic Cambion's body healed automatically in an instant.
He raised his head and glared at the lustful Sonia, opened his mouth, and with a puff, spewed a sky full of will-o'-the-wisp fire!
The will-o'-the-wisp fire, transformed by the vengeful spirit, flew straight towards Sonia like a swarm of fireflies, flickering a pale green glow.
Sonia tried to snipe.
Finding it difficult to hit the illusory will-o'-the-wisp with her arrows, she flapped her wings and flew away.
A swarm of will-o'-the-wisp chased her relentlessly.
Unable to shake them off, Sonia simply fell back to the ground.
She quickly executed a series of spellcasting gestures, centered around herself, and unleashed a fourth-level "Wall of Fire" spell!
The wall of fire, like a large bowl, pinned her to the ground.
The will-o'-the-wisp, transformed from ghosts, dared not cross the blazing flames of the living world and lingered outside the blaze.
After a few seconds, the wall of fire suddenly erupted with flames outward!
BOOM!
In an instant, all the will-o'-the-wisp were incinerated!
Finally dispatching the swarm of will-o'-the-wisp, Sonia didn't even have time to catch her breath as she hurried back to Alan.
Allen had already activated his Atavism form, transforming into a leopard-headed giant and beating Atavism Cambion.
On the scene, Allen seemed to have the upper hand, beating the obese, slow-moving demon.
However, Atavism Cambion's fat was so thick that it formed a natural, elastic armor.
Alan's punches and kicks struggled to penetrate his defense.
It was just a thumping, thumping blast, but it didn't actually cause much damage.
Even worse was...
A punch to Atavism Cambion's belly would immediately be met with the resentful spirits within him.
A faint, negative energy seeped into Allen's body, stealing his life force and leaving him cold and exhausted.
The harder he hit, the deeper the damage. This was unacceptable!
Alan decisively changed his stance, transforming his fist into a palm!
The hand blade, imbued with the "Steel Rake," was unparalleled in its sharpness.
A single vertical strike ripped the Atavistic Cambion's belly ripped open!
As he'd expected, the demon's fat was effective against blunt blows, but not against sharp blades!
Its intestines spilt out as Atavistic Cambion's belly burst open, yet it actually laughed wildly.
He dug his palms into the gaping hole and tore it apart!
With a swish, he forcibly ripped his belly open.
The massive wound, along with its internal organs, lay bloody and exposed before Alan's eyes.
It was both disgusting and terrifying, making his hair stand on end!
Even more terrifying was yet to come!
The vengeful spirit bound within the demon's body finally found a way out.
Screaming, it surged out of Atavistic Cambion's belly.
Like a green tide, it rushed straight towards Alan.
If he were haunted by a swarm of wraiths, his energy would be drained in a matter of minutes!
Without a second thought, Allen decisively crushed the Moon Shadow Bullet in his hand!
Swish!
A sudden burst of moonlight appeared!
The surging tide of wraiths is naturally countered by light-based martial arts.
While moonlight isn't as powerful as sunlight against the undead, it's still a light-based martial art.
In an instant, thousands of wraiths were purified by the moonlight, vanishing into thin air.
Cambion never imagined that his ultimate move could be so easily defeated.
The grim smile on his face gave way to terror.
He frantically tried to cast a teleportation spell, fleeing!
However, it was too late!
Swish!
A pale, cold current struck back!
A blast of icy cold instantly froze him.
Alan flexed his fists, his joints crackling.
With a smirk, he walked over, thrusting his left hand forward to pat the atavistic Cambion, frozen like an ice sculpture.
"Old Fatty, I told you, your family must be together!"
Puff!
A bone spur on his palm pierced through the ice shell, extracting the blood essence and injecting the induction factor!
A minute later.
Cambion, a lifelong cannibal, also followed his son Solang's example and met his end in pieces.
Crunch!
Alan chewed the abyssal essence in big mouthfuls, as if it were candy.
A wonderful system prompt echoed in his mind.
Ding Ding—
"Consume special ingredient: Abyssal Essence (Gluttony)!"
"Potential +3!"
"Constitution +1!"
Current Attributes: Constitution 49, Agility 34, Spirit 54
Potential Reserve: 24 points