Unknown City

After Sophia died, the Supernatural Road lost control and slowly disappeared.

Jiang Qiao returned to the hall.

By then, the flames had completely engulfed the place. The once lavish conference hall had been utterly transformed.

The walls had blackened, the crystal chandeliers had shattered and withered, and the tables and chairs had turned to dust. The artworks placed in the corners had long since vanished. They had carried a considerable amount of Supernatural Aura and had served as fuel.

George had suffered the worst.

After being dismembered, he had temporarily lost the ability to move and could only lie on the floor. Like a living person sent into a crematorium, he felt his body turn to ashes bit by bit amid pain and despair.

"What a shame it burned to ash. Otherwise, I'd have one more Substitute Doll." Jiang Qiao sighed, feeling somewhat regretful.

After reaching the Eighth Tier, he needed at least a doll made from Seventh Tier materials to substitute for his life.

He had originally had only three dolls available.

One had been ruined on the Supernatural Road just now, leaving him with only two.

Fortunately.

He had stuffed that big, dumb Mike into his pocket, so he could at least make up for part of this loss. Besides that, he had obtained a decent axe, giving him a handy weapon.

He no longer had to beat people with nothing but a stick like before.

The Mugged Stick's effect had indeed been pretty good, but as a top expert, constantly sneaking behind people to smack them on the back of the head—what kind of look was that?

"Durahan should be the owner of the castle."

"Sophia claimed to be this person's personal attendant. I wonder how many of those there are?"

"I killed three people, but Durahan