Chapter 170 (2/2)

Suddenly, Katherine turned and ran into a cardinal madly. She cried out, “No matter who she is, she is my daughter, she is my Claire!” The cardinal she ran into faltered in his chanting, and the magic formation’s light dimmed slightly.

Claire was stunned, everyone was stunned.

“Go, Claire, go!” Katherine was like a raging bull. Before Roger and Duke Gordan could register what happened, she ran into the other cardinals. Before she left the Li clan, she had destroyed her own cultivation, so now she used the most primitive ways to destroy the concentration of the cardinals, clawing, biting, kicking. For a moment, no one came back to their senses.

The twelve star magic formation gradually dimmed more and more.

Claire gritted her teeth, her heart filled with indescribable warmth. She gathered her strength, about to rush out of the magic formation. She could not let Katherine’s efforts be in vain!

Seeing this, Duke Gordan roared. Without a moment’s hesitation, he emitted deep violet Dou Qi. Duke Gordan was at the peak of a grand swordsman and was about to ascend to swordsman sage! His expression cold, he punched towards Claire with all his might. He knew this would not be able to kill Claire, but it was enough to force Claire back into the magic formation.

“No–” Like an arrow, Katherine suddenly shot in between Duke Gordan and Claire. Claire successfully dashed out of the magic formation.

Everything happened in a split second.

No one expected Katherine to display such strength at such a time.

Blood splattered onto Claire’s face. Katherine was reaching out towards Claire protectively. Her expression was so gentle, so loving. Duke Gordan had originally planned on punching Claire, but he ended up striking Katherine’s back. This strike was with all of his strength, punching through Katherine, leaving a gaping hole in her chest. Blood splattered on Claire’s face, body, and the ground.

“Noooo!” Rother’s painful cry reverberated into the night sky.

“Mother!” Lashia screamed desperately.

Claire watched the gently smiling woman with shock. Her heart seemed to have stopped, her mind blank.

Claire reached out and caught Katherine’s soft body.

Katherine was still smiling, her gaze still so gentle. But she would never breath again. The warmth of her body gradually left.

Duke Gordan froze for only a moment before immediately attacking Claire again.

He could not let everything go to waste just because of a woman’s death!

Claire raised her hand, but this slight movement caught Duke Gordan’s powerful fist.

Duke Gordan was shocked. Seeing the fist he put all his strength into stopped so easily by Claire, his mind went blank. Sorcerers were indeed strong, but… but did they have such power?!

Claire had already lost all mercy, her gaze cruel. Without a word, she slightly strengthened her grip.

Duke Gordan broke out in cold sweat! His hand! His hand was destroyed!

“Die!” Claire coldly humphed. She infused power unto her hand and Duke Gordan was sent flying. He landed heavily, smashing a deep hole in the ground that sent up clouds of dust. Even more terrifying was the fact that although Duke Gordan’s fist appeared normal, when he landed and the skin was broken, a thick mixture of blood, flesh, and bone sprayed out, and his fist deflated! Claire had shattered the innards of Duke Gordan’s hand while leaving his skin perfectly intact.

Duke Gordan lay without moving. His barely heaving chest was the only indication that he was alive.

It was such a terrifying scene.

At this time, the twelve cardinals returned to their senses. Their incantation had already been stopped, the magic formation gone. Now that the magic formation had failed in trapping Claire, it was time for direct combat.

The twelve cardinals surrounded Claire in a circle with her in the center. Roger appeared to have lost his soul, frozen in place. Lashia looked towards Claire, who was encircled, and then looked at their mother in Claire’s arms who had died a tragic death. In the end, she pulled Roger away. She almost lost her sanity!

“Devil net!”

The twelve cardinals all raised their right hands. Each hand shot out white light, intersecting overhead, then shooting down, creating a giant net of light over Claire.

But Claire had not moved, only gazing at the person in her embrace. Katherine was already losing her warmth. The blood on Claire’s face also lost its warmth.

Claire still did not move, but someone else did. Fire magic attacked one of the cardinals. The cardinal stumbled, coughing up blood, but did not stop in his actions nor chanting.

“Claire!” Emery ran in a sorry state. It had been difficult for him to defeat Charles, who had been obeying Duke Gordan’s orders to not let Emery out.

But just as Claire looked up to see Emery rush over, she saw something that made her blood run cold.

The pope descended from the sky, and without a word, killed Emery with a wave of his hand. White light pierced through Emery’s head, slicing him into two!

Master!

Claire felt her body grow cold, all the way to her bones! Anger exploded from the depths of her heart.

“Futile struggle.” The pope descended onto the ground, his expression indifferent. He was already casting magic. The dagger he had given Duke Gordan had deadly poison that slowly drained away one’s strength and consciousness.

Rage, let rage take over you. That way your consciousness will be swallowed even quicker.