God Level Farmer In Another World

Chapter 190: Alexander Feasts on Lifespan

The members of the Night Trace Bar were already confused by the sudden appearance of the two Moon Worship Sect members, and after hearing their arrogant words, they were even more baffled.

"What kind of idiots are you two?"

A bald man from the bar cursed loudly.

The Moon Worship Sect members' faces darkened instantly, their killing intent radiating outward.

"Courting death!"

The air around the bald man compressed suddenly.

A-Rank Talent: Air Manipulation!

The bald man immediately activated his own talent, covering his body in layers of rock for defense.

However, a C-Rank defensive talent couldn't fully withstand the assault of an A-Rank offensive talent.

Cracks spread across the rock armor, and it eventually shattered with a loud crash.

The bald man collapsed to his knees, clutching his throat in pain as he stared at the two Moon Worship Sect members in terror.

One of them sneered.

"A C-Rank talent, not bad. Too bad you're too rude. The Moon Worship Sect doesn't need dogs like you!"

Claire's gaze turned icy.

"Evan!"

George froze, panic overtaking him as he shouted:

"Don't act recklessly!"

Evan ignored him. Wax instantly covered his body, forming a high-tech suit of armor with a futuristic vibe, resembling the early designs of Iron Man.

White wax bombs fired rapidly from his cannons, hurtling toward the two Moon Worship Sect members.

One of the members glared furiously at Claire.

"Fine! You've made your bed, now lie in it!"

They couldn't believe Claire had actually dared to order an attack on them. Wasn't she supposed to gratefully accept their offer of recruitment?

The other member, now clad in a bone armor that extended into fearsome skeletal hands, growled:

"Disrespectful wretches!

You'll all pay for this, as restitution for Mr. Divine's life!"

B-Rank Talent: Bone Armor!

The two Moon Worship Sect members emanated overwhelming spiritual pressure, especially the one with an A-Rank talent.

"Who are these people?"

"The rumors about the Divine family having a transcendent backer—could they be true?"

"Look at Evan. I'm not sure he can handle this!"

"Damn it, I can't even intervene in their fight! Evan wiped out those Divine family dogs himself, and here I am just watching the show!"

Nana, standing nearby, was nervously watching Evan's battle, her lips pressed tightly together.

"Are you okay?" she asked, hearing the man in the wheelchair cough weakly.

The man slowly lifted his head, and Nana finally saw his face, hidden behind a terrifying ghost king mask.

"Step back," Alexander said weakly, his voice still frail but commanding.

This was directed at Evan, who immediately stopped and retreated to Claire's side without hesitation.

The two Moon Worship Sect members frowned, confused by Evan's sudden withdrawal.

Although they had expected him to lose eventually, he hadn't yet reached his limit. Why stop now?

Were they afraid?

They glanced at Claire, who stood with a confident and unshaken demeanor, showing no hint of panic.

The two sect members exchanged uneasy looks.

Was there some hidden scheme at play?

Even if there were, what could it matter in the face of absolute strength?

In their line of sight, the inconspicuous figure in the wheelchair, draped in fur and a raincoat, slowly stood up.

The moment he rose, both Moon Worship Sect members clearly saw Claire bow slightly.

Evan and Nana quickly followed suit, lowering their heads in respect.

"You're a helper for the Night Trace Bar?" one Moon Worship Sect member asked, scrutinizing Alexander.

Alexander pulled back his hood, revealing a mask of a crying ghost king.

The two Moon Worship Sect members frantically searched their memories for any information about a masked powerhouse.

However, their conclusion was clear—no top-tier awakened individual in their world was known for wearing a mask.

They cast a disdainful glance at Claire.

Ignorant fool. Did she think any random nobody could stand as their backup?

Alexander licked his lips, his dry throat twitching.

"The Moon Worship Sect originally had 28 elders.

After internal conflicts, only 18 remain.

And after the South Sea, six more are gone.

Among the remaining elders, where do you rank?"

Both sect members visibly trembled, their eyes suddenly filled with shock.

How could this man know so much about the Moon Worship Sect?!

Alexander shook his head, his gaze consumed by greed.

"It doesn't matter anymore!"

"Who are you?" one of the Moon Worship Sect members roared in anger.

Alexander didn't respond.

Instead, he shot into the air with startling speed, shedding the fur Claire had draped over him.

Like a starved beast spotting prey, his movements were frantic, as if driven by an insatiable hunger.

And indeed, he was.

Alexander's thirst for lifespan was ravenous.

The two Moon Worship Sect members emitted spiritual fluctuations that reminded Alexander of a "drug," one that irresistibly stirred his cravings.

"Scoundrel!"

The A-Rank Moon Worship Sect member spread his hands wide, attempting to manipulate the air around Alexander.

However, white flames erupted from Alexander's body, consuming all the surrounding air in an instant!

In a flash, Alexander was directly in front of the A-Rank member.

The Moon Worship Sect member's eyes widened in terror as he saw the ravenous, beast-like look in Alexander's gaze—like a predator that hadn't eaten in days, its eyes glowing green with hunger.

Alexander reached out and grabbed the man by the throat, his raspy voice emerging like the whisper of death:

"Lifespan."

The A-Rank Moon Worship Sect member's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

To him, Alexander's sinister gaze was no longer human—it was the gaze of a vengeful ghost, the predatory focus of a venomous snake wrapping itself around its prey.

The A-Rank member opened his mouth as if to speak but no words came out. A warm stream trickled down his leg—he had lost control of himself from sheer fear.

The man's eyes gradually lost focus, and his face turned ashen.

A piercing wail of a lost soul echoed across Copper Bull Bay, chilling everyone to the bone.

The sound was audible only to those awakened with combat talents, amplifying its dreadful nature.

Evan and the B-Rank Moon Worship Sect member stared wide-eyed, frozen in terror as they watched Alexander.

While not able to see the lost soul directly, B-Rank talents could perceive what others could not.

They now saw a transparent energy emerging from the A-Rank Moon Worship Sect member's head.

Alexander's mouth and nose became like a black hole, greedily devouring that energy.

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