The Nightmare Devourer

Reilo flew swiftly westward alongside the Nightmare Devourer.

"Master You Yan, heh heh. I wonder, should I call you the Nightmare Devourer, or address you as... the Great Warlock King of Curses?"

Suddenly,

the Nightmare Devourer whipped around to look at Reilo. The character for "nightmare" in his eyes spun rapidly as he said in a sinister, feminine voice, "I don't know what you mean."

Faced with the other man's barely contained murderous intent, Reilo continued flying beside him, utterly unmoved.

"There's no one here but the two of us. Since I dared to say it, why keep hiding, Master?"

Reilo glanced back at him, a mocking smile on his face.

In an instant,

a battle seemed ready to erupt between the two men flying side by side, as if nothing were amiss!

After a long, oppressive silence,

the Nightmare Devourer finally reined in his killing intent.

He knew all too well how terrifying the unfathomable genius scholar before him was. He said coldly, "How did you find out?"

Seeing this, Reilo discreetly calmed the turbulent energy within him as well.

"I'd heard some of your legendary deeds back when I was still an Enlightenment Scholar at the bottom rung. But the timeline clearly doesn't add up. That so-called Curse Master was probably just one of your clones, used to deceive the Witchers of the Dark World. Am I right?"

Reilo fixed his gaze on the grave-looking You Yan, exuding the terrifying pressure of a mysterious, inscrutable figure.

To many people, Curse didn't just represent a Great Warlock King. It represented an extremely mysterious organization.

The reason was simple: he had far too many clones.

"In fact, I wasn't the one who discovered something was amiss with you. It was the Superhumans. It's hard to imagine how astonishingly you've explored