Chapitre 1232: Strange fruit

As Cain descended deeper into the lake, more and more roots emerged from the blue lotuses. Sensing that their hypnotic powers were ineffective against the scarlet dragon, the lotuses unleashed a renewed killing intent. The roots thrashed violently, converging on Cain with relentless ferocity.

Cain merely smiled—a cold, unyielding expression that sent chills through the onlookers above. A brutal brilliance glowed in his eyes as the Reaper's Touch enveloped his claws, a dark aura that seemed to devour the very light around him. With effortless grace, he tore through the onslaught of roots, each swipe slicing them into lifeless fragments that drifted away in the water.

The lotuses were formidable, pulsing with malevolent energy, but their true might lay in their hypnotic allure—a power Cain was utterly immune to. Against someone who wielded absolute control over his emotions and will, they were nothing more than fodder.