Modret's mind raced with thoughts.
'Axel showed me a single finger at the moment of his death. Does that mean I just have to resurrect him one more time, his potion will be completely digested, and he will awaken after taking the potion once more…'
Countless guesses surged through Modret's mind at Axel's gesture, but he ultimately settled for this one.
One more time!
One more chance, and Axel would awaken a bloodline!
'I wonder what kind of bloodline it will be?' Still annoyed at the fairy, Modret didn't bother to ask her.
He turned to the old man, who nodded, his eyes filled with curiosity.
Modret didn't stand on cue—a shadow puppet string shot out from his body and stuck onto the wall as he casually leaned off the cliff and… fell down.
Lightning surged through his body as his gaze pierced through the darkness.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
As though he was venting his anger, in the blink of an eye, Modret had killed more than five Celestials.
