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Chapter 4130

"Do you think that would work on me?"

Morticia smirked coldy, her tone devoid of any emotion. "Prisoners have no value in the fiend race, and the last thing they

deserve is sympathy. I spared your life because I saw some use in you. So, don't be so smug!"

"Fine, then my answer is the same. I don't wish to repeat myself," Darryl said lightly.

When she realized that her plan did not work, Morticia lost her patience immediately. She said coldly, "I see that you're

trying to be noble and strong. Fine, let's see how strong you can be."

Morticia raised her hand again, summoning a ghostly ivory whip.

Morticia could hardly contain her fury. She was one of the twelve Fiend Martyrs, and she was well-respected. No one dared

to go against her will.

She was furious because she had tried to keep Darryl alive in front of Archfiend Antigonus, yet Darryl was not willing to

compromise at all. He must have had a death wish.

"I made this ivory whip from the bones of a powerful Demon warrior ten thousand years ago. One strike is enough to make

you feel like lightning has struck you. How many whips do you think you can take in this state?" Morticia asked coldly.

F*ck! That Fiend Martyr was too ruthless.

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Darryl's heart thudded in fear. Yet he managed to put on a calm expression. "Is that so? Looks like any old whip to me."

"Being mouthy now, are we?"

Morticia clutched the ivory whip in her hand as her face glistened with iciness. She raised

her hand and brought the ivory whip down harshly.

With a crack as loud as thunder, a bloody line appeared on Darryl's chest immediately and

soaked his shirt with blood!

At the same time, an agonizing pain spread through Darryl's entire body.

Darryl gritted his teeth and willed himself not to make a single sound as his eyes became

bloodshot!

"Do you yield?" Morticia asked coldly.

Darryl's face was deathly pale. Yet he remained speechless as he forced a smile.

Morticia spared no more words. She raised the whip in her hand and brought it down onto

Darryl's body, over and over again.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The sound of the whip rang through the stone room. 3

Meanwhile, Oliver was prepared to leave the new Demon territory. He felt frustrated and

overwhelmed as he began to wander around aimlessly.

Just then, a ripple of energy came from behind him. Oliver raised his head to turn around

and froze at the sight.

He saw about 50 White Tiger warriors soared through the air with icy expressions on their

faces. A breathtaking woman led them, and fury was written all over her face.

It was Mona.

Mona knew why the White Tiger King decided not to kill Oliver-he was looking at the

bigger picture. However, she thought the decision was unjust. 1

After the White Tiger King had left, Mona led a troop of around 50 soldiers and sped away

from the territory in search of Oliver. 1

Mona had thought it through. Her father might have forgiven Oliver, but she had not done

the same. She was determined to avenge her sister.

When she saw Oliver, Mona's eyes flashed as she roared, "Surround him."

The White Tiger warriors soared forward, closing in on Oliver.

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"Mona!"

Oliver bristled in a fury at the sight, but he remained calm. "What are you doing?”

What was she up to?

Mona could hardly contain her fury as she pointed at Oliver and shouted," What did you say? You b*stard! You were up to all

kinds of trouble, taking advantage of my sister and framing Darryl Darby for it.

"My father might have forgiven you and banished you from the Demon tribe, but I haven't. I'm going to break your legs and

avenge my sister."

As she finished speaking, Mona raised her hand. "Now!"

The White Tiger warriors soared forward in Oliver's direction.

Mona had carefully selected those White Tiger warriors. They were terrifyingly strong. They could constrict the air with their

combined power.

F*ck! She had the advantage in numbers.

Oliver was furious, and he could not say anything. He exploded with anger as he roared, "I already got my punishment,

Mona. Don't take it too far."

Oliver soared forward to meet the attack as he spoke, launching into a fierce battle with the White Tiger warriors.