The conversation between Chu Han and Gao Shaohui was merely a small interlude. The atmosphere at the scene was not interrupted by their whispers; Morgan's group and Owen's group remained locked in confrontation.
"Owen! You utterly unforgivable demon!" Morgan trembled with rage, the life force fluctuations of a seventh-rank evolver faintly threatening to erupt from his body.
"Hahaha!" Owen laughed loudly, no longer paying any attention to Morgan, who posed no threat whatsoever in his eyes. He merely looked at Chu Han and Gao Shaohui with disdain. "You refused when I gave you the chance. Now, you have no chance left. If you lock me in here, all of you will pay the price!"
Boom!
With a fierce tug, Owen snapped the chain around his neck!
"Fire!" Morgan shouted.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Countless bullets flew toward Owen, but the results were far from ideal. Owen, who possessed the bloodline of the Mysterious Family, did not regard such ordinary-caliber bullets as a threat at all. His body leaped through the air several times, causing most of the bullets to miss and strike elsewhere, sending Gray, Mars, and the others scrambling for cover. The occasional bullets that struck Owen did not even break his skin, leaving only a few shallow scratches.
Such combat power plunged the Morgan Army into despair. Morgan himself had already foreseen the severity of the situation. He gripped his broadsword and stood firmly at the very front.
"Morgan, I'll kill you first!" Owen roared as he charged toward Morgan.
Morgan's seventh-rank life force fluctuations burst forth, rings of energy appearing layer upon layer around his body, already forming the rudiments of a domain.
"So there really is a method like that to suppress it?" Chu Han was still discussing bloodline suppression with Gao Shaohui.
"That's an ancient method."