Getting a Sugar Mommy in Cultivation World!!

Just as Nhalos launched his arrow in the direction of the green-haired woman, the rest of the soldiers also followed behind and did the same thing.

*Whoosh!*

The moment these arrows crossed half of the distance, time seemed to have come to a standstill. The only people who could see and sense this change were Evelyn and the old man standing to the side.

Suddenly the sky started to crack like shattered glass, and a figure emerged from the cracks. As soon as he walked out of the crack, the sky healed itself, and time returned to normal.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

*Whoosh!*

Reaching out for a rusty knife in his robes, the figure enchanted it with a couple of magic circles before launching it in the direction of the arrow rushing at Evelyn at a very fast speed.

*Ting!*

The moment the knife touched the arrow, it shattered into small fragments of light while simultaneously producing a sharp, high-pitched noise in the form of dense sound waves, shattering the rest of the attacks in the middle of the air.

"ARGHH!" hearing the high-pitched sound screaming in their ears, the weaker elves fell to their knees, screaming in pain and holding their ears, hoping that their agony would come to an end.

Evelyn looked up at the sky, a relieved smile appearing on her face. Tears streamed down her face as the glow on her body intensified. "I was right; dying feels better when you are here with me…"

She muttered with a smile as warm as the rays of the sun shining on her. Her eyes tried to etch the memory of the purple-haired mage that stood straight in the air as his golden eyes filled with coldness and killing intent looked at the whole kingdom.

'Ah, he is tired himself again… this idiot.' But her eyes did not even see those emotions in his eyes, instead, they caught the sight of dark circles slowly coming back.

Nhalos, who was still in shock to see his attack shatter like a fragile piece of glass by a worn-out knife, snapped out of his reverie and looked upwards.

His eyes trembled in despair at the sight of the most horrifying thing he would have never imagined in his life.

He could not move his eyes from the mage; it was not just his power that scared him, but the thing he was holding in his hands that scared him the most.

*Drip*

He could only look in horror as the decapitated head, covered in a piece of cloth with an image of a blazing sun carved on it, dripped still-fresh purple blood on the ground.

"Demon king!" he muttered in disbelief before taking a look at the face of the man floating in the air, looking at him with coldness. He could feel his body screaming at him to run from that place, but he felt that energy had left his body.

While he was looking at the face of the mage, something clicked in his mind, and a memory of the past flashed through his.

'It cannot be him! It has been hundreds of years! How can a human live for so many years? It does not make any sense.' Nhalos unconsciously took a step back as that thought passed through his mind. He took a deep breath to calm himself before opening his mouth to give out an order.

But before he could even utter a word, the mage made his move.

"Tier Nine Magic: Cronos Stasis." An illusionary stopwatch appeared behind the mage. The hands of the watch moved like a normal watch, and then a huge magic circle expanded with the watch as the center and enveloped the whole area where everyone stood.

The hands on the watch slowly started to slow down until the point they moved so slowly that time seemed frozen.

The mage turned and reappeared beside Evelyn, who was not affected by the spell, just like the will of the world. He watched as she started to lose the color of her hair, and her skin also started to age with each passing second.

*Thud!*

She tried to move but staggered and fell forward into his arms. The mage rushed and grabbed her before she could fall and slowly bent his knees, sitting on the ground with her.

"Please undo the magic you have just performed." He looked to the side and saw that the old man had also come closer to them.

"No, I cannot let you die along with me," The look of agony and sadness on the old man's face surprised Evelyn a little before she shook her head. "You said that I was your little sister, right? What kind of little sister would I be if I became the source of my own brother's death?"

"At least don't lie so openly; you do not want the boy to die along with me."

"Can't it be both?" The old man sneered, seeing the cheeky smile on her face, but soon his expression turned solemn as he watched her state worsening.

"You are severing the connection between us," the old man replied, "The demonic blood is consuming your vitality, and your magic is not helping at all. Tell him, boy, make her stop from killing herself."

"No one is dying!" Evelyn wanted to say something, but the mage yelled before using every healing magic he knew of at the same time.

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Several magic circles enveloped the woman before a white light tried to heal her wounds, but things did not go as he thought.

"Arghh!"

Instead of healing, her wounds started to aggravate and hurt her even more because of the demonic energy mixed in her system.

"I need to think of something else." The mage immediately stopped the healing process and tried to think of other methods.

"I am sorry that you have to see me like this; I must look really ugly?" Evelyn saw her hands were starting to wrinkle as her arms were growing. In the background, the world tree had also begun to wither. Its leaves grew darker in color, while the branches started to lose their vitality.

"Hey, don't say that!" taking her hands in his own, he looked deep into her eyes, "You are the woman I love, and no matter what happens, I will save you. I cannot even think of living without you."