Chapter 702

Chapter 702

The entire Elite Alliance headquarters was engulfed in an eerie, deathly silence. Only the sound of heavy breathing, suppressed sobs, and pained groans echoed through the air.

In the basement.

Gilbert, Sabrina, and Jack stood frozen, as if turned to stone.

"James did it!"

"He's holding off the New World Alliance's attack!"

"Our Elite Alliance is saved!"

They stared at the holographic projection, witnessing a miraculous, almost divine reversal of events. Their minds went blank.

One phrase, just one phrase, rang in their hearts: "Aether Blood, Govern all things!"

It forcibly suppressed and dispelled the mental madness that had spread like a plague, a force capable of destroying the entire headquarters!

What kind of power was this? What kind of control?

Jack's mouth hung open, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor. He gazed at my godlike figure in the beam of light, his eyes filled with raw awe. He muttered, "A god... truly a god."

Gilbert's body trembled slightly, not out of fear, but from the overwhelming shock of witnessing absolute power. He finally understood the true meaning of the "Divine Clan"—it was the ultimate control over the mind and the essence of life itself!

Sabrina covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. But this time, it wasn't from fear or despair—it was pure excitement and pride.

She looked at me, the man at the center of the storm, wielding the power of life and death. I was her lover! I did it! I was truly turning the tide!

I hovered in the beam of light, the silver flames in my eyes slowly fading back to a deep blue. But that blue seemed to hold the mysteries of the entire universe.

The runes on my body gradually disappeared. The mental wave that had covered the globe didn't retract; instead, it grew larger and steadier, like an invisible giant net enveloping the area, blocking out external mental corruption.

I slowly descended, my steps firm as I landed on the cracked ground. Tempered by the power of divine blood and crystal, my body seemed to carry an indescribable rhythm.

I looked at Gilbert, my voice calm but carrying an undeniable authority, "Chief Leader Harvey, activate the highest-level emergency plan immediately. Treat the wounded, regroup the troops, calm the people, and restore order! Isolate and observe anyone affected by mental corruption! Headquarters is now under maximum lockdown!"

"Yes, Grand Leader!" Gilbert instinctively straightened his back, using the most formal title. His voice was loud, filled with unprecedented conviction!

My gaze shifted to Jack, "Jack, take your comrades who can still fight and assist Chief Leader Harvey in stabilizing the situation inside! I need an elite team that can react quickly to internal chaos!"

"Understood, Grand Leader!" Jack slammed his fist against his chest, his eyes showing no trace of doubt—only absolute obedience and burning determination!

Finally, my eyes landed on Sabrina. My gaze softened instantly, revealing a faint trace of exhaustion but mostly unwavering resolve.

"Sabrina," I reached out my hand, "come with me. The war has only just begun. The Phoenixia Trench will soon face its reckoning!"

My gaze pierced through the basement's ceiling, as if I could see the distant crimson glow flickering in the deep-sea trench. My expression was cold and resolute.

The internal chaos was forcibly suppressed, and the might of divine blood had shown itself.

Next, it was time to turn this world-destroying power toward the real enemy!

Right now, the people I worried about most were Sophia, Lily, Mia, and the others. I had to ensure they were safe before I could focus on what came next.

Sabrina is my fiancée, but Sophia is the one I love most!

I can't imagine a life without Sophia by my side!

"Sophia! Sophia!" I called her name over and over in my heart, hoping my wishes could bring her good luck.

Holding Sabrina's hand, I rode the wind. Looking down, I could still see the heavy damage inflicted on Elite Alliance headquarters!

Though it wasn't completely ruined, it still made me frown, my heart heavy with anger!

This debt—I'll settle it with the New World Alliance!

Bourbon, Gwyneth, Garrison, and those unknown higher-ups of the New World Alliance!

Now that I've activated the Control Spirit Crystal, the New World Alliance will become my puppets!

Above the manor, I saw Elite Alliance warriors slowly approaching the hall, their movements like a slow-motion replay.

At the hall's entrance stood Tony, holding a blade of Spiritual Energy that emitted a ghostly blue light.

"Don't come near the hall! Don't force me to act!" Tony's brows were knitted tightly together.

The Elite Alliance warriors closing in were his masters. If he killed them, it would be betrayal; but if he didn't, they'd use their energy guns to kill him and then slaughter Sophia, Lily, and the others inside the hall!

Sweat dripped from Tony's forehead, his hand trembling as he gripped the Spiritual Energy blade.

Before the mind-controlled Elite Alliance warriors could fire, I landed beside Tony.

"Mr. Smith!" Tony looked at me as if I were his savior, overwhelmed with relief, "What do we do now? The New World Alliance's Mind Control Elixir has taken effect! The Elite Alliance warriors are under their control!"

"But I don't get it—why are their movements so slow?"

Tony's voice was filled with disbelief, confusion, and tense urgency.

The Spiritual Energy blade in his hand flickered with a ghostly light, reflecting the sweat on his forehead and the struggle in his eyes.

Ahead, the warriors in Elite Alliance uniforms moved as if stuck in invisible glue. Every step, every raise of their guns, was broken down into slow, stiff fragments, like a glitchy old film projection.

Their faces were consumed by madness, their eyes empty and bloodthirsty, yet their movements were bizarrely sluggish.

This eerie "slow motion" was the effect of my "Aether Blood, Govern all things" Psychic Pressure covering the entire headquarters. It forcibly suppressed and delayed the absolute madness caused by the Mind Control Elixir, giving the unaffected time to react. But it also trapped the victims in a limbo between madness and action, like marionettes on strings.

"I'm the one slowing their movements."

My voice was low and steady, carrying an undeniable force that instantly eased some of Tony's panic.

I stood in front of Tony. Though my frame wasn't particularly imposing, I felt like an unyielding mountain, blocking all possible lines of attack and steadying Tony's nearly collapsing resolve.

My gaze passed over the slow-moving, ferocious-looking warriors and landed on the tightly shut hall doors. My senses, like invisible tendrils, pierced through the thick barrier.

Inside the hall, it wasn't the chaos or bloodshed I had feared.

Instead, an almost frozen stillness hung in the air.

Lily, Mia, Isabella, Ava—Sophia's core team—were gathered in the center. Their faces showed tension and worry, but even more so, determination.

They surrounded Sophia, protecting her. Each of them emitted varying levels of Spiritual Energy, clearly having instinctively formed a fragile mental barrier when the Mind Control Elixir struck, trying their best to shield Sophia from its effects.

And Sophia herself sat quietly on a chair, her eyes closed, long lashes casting faint shadows on her pale cheeks.