Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1279: The Beginning of Suffering

Storm Claw Overlord had no idea what was being done to him, but hearing that he wouldn’t be turned into a fool didn’t bring him any relief.

Just as he was about to spew some vicious words, his vision went black, and he vanished.

When his sight returned, Storm Claw Overlord found himself standing in front of a small thatched hut.

The sky was a deep blue, the land vast and boundless.

A sprawling plain stretched before him, and in the distance stood a city.

The surroundings were eerily calm.

That terrifying person was nowhere to be seen.

Storm Claw Overlord didn’t let his guard down, but his heart trembled.

Where was he?

What kind of power could send someone to a completely different world with just a wave of a hand?

At that moment, a faint sound caught his attention.

In this strange world, even the rustling of grass made him as tense as a startled bird.

Storm Claw Overlord spun around abruptly and saw a small, Pixiu sprawled on top of a large rock over a meter high at the edge of a cliff.

The little creature was covered in soft, golden fur and looked incredibly adorable.

It resembled a miniature puppy.

Anyone fond of animals might have already rushed over to pet it.

Storm Claw Overlord didn’t believe that Amalia would send him to a friendly place.

He eyed the little beast with extreme caution.

The small creature slowly opened its amber eyes, staring at him unblinkingly for a long moment.

"You’re the one who slaughtered mother’s entire family all those years ago?"

The beast could speak!

Without hesitation, Storm Claw Overlord turned around and ran.

"How rude," the little creature, Wealth, giggled. "I was still talking, and he just ran off before I could finish. That’s really impolite."

As Wealth finished speaking, a mischievous grin appeared on its face.

Storm Claw Overlord’s body, suddenly frozen in midair and dropped like a stone.

He had already run off the cliff.

Now, he was plummeting from a height of over a thousand meters.

Even if he wasn’t smashed into a pulp, he would be half-dead.

With a loud crash, the impact sent dust soaring several meters into the air.

Only after confirming that Storm Claw Overlord could no longer move did Wealth shift its comfortable sitting position and call out.

Two Pixiu immediately rushed over from behind the hut. "Young Master, what are your orders?"

"Fetch that human from below. Don’t let him die. Since mother sent him here, he must want him to suffer slowly." Wealth chuckled darkly.

The two beasts leaped down the cliff, and moments later, they hauled up Storm Claw Overlord, whose bones were shattered.

Now, the only part of his body that could still move was his eyes.

Barely clinging to life, he finally realized—his true suffering was just beginning.

In the outside world, after handing Storm Claw Overlord over to Wealth and obliterating his companions into dust, Amalia prepared to search for the others.

"Wait!" Zehaan quickly called out. "Are you the envoy from the Erythar Star System?"

Zehaan hadn’t seen her in person, but he had heard of two immensely powerful cultivators from Erythar Star System.

Considering Amalia’s overwhelming strength—Storm Claw Overlord and his companions couldn’t even put up a fight—this was no ordinary level of power.

Amalia turned to glance at him but didn’t say a word.

Her figure lifted into the air and vanished.

Zehaan took two steps forward but quickly stopped.

He couldn’t sense her presence at all.

Even if he wanted to chase after her, he had no idea where to go.

Meanwhile, Kenny Lin arrived at the most intense battlefield.

Elder Yun Hasan’s disciple, though not weak, ranked just below Zehaan.

He led a team tasked with blocking two infamous Heaven-ranked cultists.

The opponents hadn’t taken him seriously at first.

But just as the battle started, another group arrived.

The Third Elder of the Pleiadian Ascendancy appeared—locking into Layyan Yahya, the third-ranked expert of the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth.

Their battle was cataclysmic.

Buildings in the vicinity were reduced to rubble.

If they hadn’t relocated the embassy’s residents beforehand, countless lives would have been lost.

Kenny Lin landed atop a tall structure while gazing at the two figures who are clashing fiercely ahead.

A sinister laugh echoed intermittently from the heart of the explosions.

"Musa Shanfiyah, twenty years have passed, yet your strength hasn’t improved at all!"

"You’ll find out soon enough whether I’ve improved or not," came the elder’s cold response.

Musa Shanfiyah that Layyan spoke of was none other than the Third Elder of the Pleiadian Ascendancy.

He held a horsetail whisk in his hand, exuding the demeanor of an enlightened master.

With each swing of the whisk, the air rippled with shockwaves, producing sonic booms.

Any building caught in the residual force was doomed to collapse.

The battlefield they fought on was already in ruins.

Layyan wielded a spiked mace, true to his name.

The weapon was covered in sharp spikes, and with a single strike, he could bring an entire building crashing down.

"Layyan, I never expected your cult leader to send you. Clearly, his goal isn’t just to sabotage our negotiations with the aliens, is it?"

Musa had originally stationed himself at the rear, ensuring minimal casualties in the battle.

However, when Layyan appeared, he had no choice but to step in.

This man was one of the most notorious figures in the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth—an exceptionally powerful cultist.

None of the others could stand against him.

If Musa didn’t personally intervene, their forces would suffer devastating losses.

"What if that’s the case? Right now, you can’t stop me." Layyan laughed wildly, but his hands never ceased their relentless assault.

In the blink of an eye, everything within a few kilometers was reduced to rubble.

Musa had been holding back, concerned about causing excessive destruction.

However, now, restraint was no longer an option.