Making Millions With The Eyes Of God

Chapter 862

As the tides of battle turned against him, Tyler realized the futility of his struggle against Gilmore.

Recognizing that he was no match and that further combat would only lead to his demise, he abandoned his imperiled underlings and attempted to flee. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

However, Gilmore was not about to let him escape so easily.

With a hand seal and an incantation, a beam of golden light shot from the massive wheel above, swift as lightning.

The light struck Tyler, not to injure or kill him but to explode into a golden sphere that ensnared him completely.

Suddenly, he found himself trapped within this golden sphere, floating in the sky like a giant balloon.

Gilmore, with a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, thought, “Escape? Not so easy!”

In the next moment, he was standing above the sphere that held Tyler captive, towering over him as if stepping on him from above.

Inside the sphere. Tyler channeled his core energy, fists and palms pounding against the golden barrier.

Despite being made of pure energy, the sphere resisted every blow, leaving Tyler panting and dripping with sweat from

exertion

Perched above the sphere, Gilmore watched the werewolf chieftain’s futile attempts to escape.

With an air of mockery, he said, “You might as well conserve your energy.

“With just the strength of an emperor level beginner, you won’t be breaking through my golden sphere.”

Hearing Gilmore’s words and seeing the mockery on his face, Tyler felt an indescribable sense of frustration.

As the sub–chief of the werewolves, he never imagined being toyed with by a human.

His heart was filled with reluctance and shame, but he also knew that his inability to match Gilmore’s strength meant he couldn’t escape.

“What do you want by trapping me here, human? Tyler asked with a deep voice, looking up at Gilmore,

“It’s simple, Gilmore replied, “You’re my prisoner now.

“And you’re going to take me to meet the supreme ruler of your werewolf clan.”

At this, Tyler let out a cold laugh, “You wish to meet the sect master of the werewolves? Just you? That’s a fool’s dream. “You’ll soon see whether it’s a dream or not,” Gilmore said.

Then, looking up at the slowly turning giant golden wheel in the sky, he formed a hand seal and chanted an incantation.

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Shortly after, the massive golden wheel disappeared into thin air

Gilmore had retracted the formation’s wheel because the tens of thousands of werewolves had already been ignited by the formation’s energy, suffering heavy casualties and all plummeting into the deep chasm

Any survivors would certainly be on their last breath.

With no need for the formation in the sky, he withdrew it.

After retracting the formation, Gilmore looked at Tyler, still trapped within the sphere, and declared, “Tyler, you’ll have the honor of accompanying me to Saint Light.”

Tyler was taken aback by the mention of Saint Light.

Why would Gilmore take him to Saint Light?

The city had been ravaged by werewolves, and even if some had survived, there wouldn’t be many.

By bringing Tyler to Saint Light, was he planning to let the survivors take their revenge!

“Young man, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll let me go. Otherwise, if my werewolf clan finds out you’ve captured me, they’ll never let you off,” Tyler blustered, not wanting to face the wrath of the hate–filled survivors of Saint Light

His only option was to try to intimidate Gilmore with the threat of werewolf retribution.

Gilmore, unfazed by the threat, simply replied, “Let the werewolf clan come after me then. I’ll be waiting.”

With a flick of his hand, signaling a sword manual, he commanded, “Let’s go!”

The golden sphere containing Tyler, under Gilmore’s anima command, immediately started to move forward.

Tyler, seeing that his threats were useless against Gilmore, became both anxious and furious, shouting, “Damn it, let me go! 1 won’t go to Saint Light!”

At night, the city center of Saint Light was still brightly lit, with music and noise filling the air.

Everyone, following Gilmore’s instructions, awaited his return in the square, their eyes fixed on the sky, anticipating his appearance..

Suddenly, a golden light approached from the sky.

As it drew closer, the people saw that the light was a golden sphere. Inside was a towering werewolf with azure wings – a presence so formidable that everyone could sense the enormous power within.

They knew this werewolf must be an extremely powerful member of his clan.

As they braced for the arrival of a fearsome werewolf, their hearts pounding with apprehension, they saw standing atop the golden sphere, Gilmore, dignified and formidable like a deity, wielding a silver trident.

A wave of relief washed over everyone’s faces at this sight.

It was clear that the giant werewolf encased within the sphere was Gilmore’s captive.

And judging by the intense aura emanating from this werewolf, it was almost certain that this creature held a high rank among its kind.

Gilmore, controlling the golden sphere, descended onto the square,

He then leapt from atop the sphere down to the ground.

By this time, the blaring music of the square had been silenced, and everyone gathered around Gilmore and the golden sphere.

Lilian, Elaine, and the other ladies showed bright smiles, relieved as they greeted Gilmore, “You’re back, Gilmore!”

They knew of his strength and were confident that he would be safe even in the werewolf’s den, yet they couldn’t help but worry until they saw him return unharmed.

Gilmore replic/whamile Tm fine.

Aguilar approached with a beaming smile as well, saying, “Mr. Reed, you’re truly formidable, capturing a werewolf and bringing it back.”

Gilmore nodded calmly, “Yes, I’ve captured the sub–chief of the werewolf den and brought him back.”

At Gilmore’s words, Aguilar and everyone around were stunned,

“What?

“The werewolf that Gilmore had brought back was the sub–chief of the werewolves?”

The revelation was indeed a shock to them all.

For a long while. Aguilar was in a daze before his face lit up with ecstatic joy, and he said to Gilmore, “Mr. Reed, you are truly the savior of us all in Saint Light.

“The werewolves have killed so many of our loved ones and countless innocent people have died under their slaughter. “Now, finally, God brought you to us, and from the clutches of doom, you’ve captured the mastermind behind this calamity.

“We must execute this werewolf leader and avenge all the souls lost in Saint Light.”

As Aguilar finished speaking, the surrounding citizens burst into angry cries, “We want vengeance!”

Kill the werewolf sub–chief.”

“We should flay this devil alive!”

Their collective hatred and rage were ignited, all focused on the werewolf sub–chief.

Inside the golden sphere, even Tyler, with his emperor level beginner strength, felt a chill run down his spine facing the furious crowd, baying for his blood.

While the crowd was calling for blood, Gilmore raised his hand for silence and said, “Everyone, please calm down and listen to me for a moment.”

As he spoke, he subtly used his anima to amplify his voice, silencing everyone.

All eyes turned to him, eager to hear what he had to say.

Gilmore looked at the crowd and said, “Everyone, I understand the pain of losing loved ones, and I know too well that too many innocent lives have been lost in this city.

“I assure you that the blood–soaked, sin–filled werewolf clan will receive the retribution they deserve.

“However, we can’t kill this werewolf sub–chief yet.

“I need him to lead me to the werewolf armies that are still wreaking havoc across Aro.”

Hearing this, a sigh of relief escaped Tyler within the golden sphere.

He had been genuinely worried that he would be torn apart by the inflamed crowd

But now, Gilmore’s words had finally put his mind at ease.

However, just as Tyler was secretly breathing a sigh of relief, Gilmore added another statement: “Of course, I understand everyone’s need to vent their sorrow, hatred, and rage.

“So, I have decided that after stripping Tyler of his cultivation, each of you will get a chance to kick or punch him once. How

does that sound?”

Aguilar and everyone present considered Gilmore’s words.

They thought to themselves that Gilmore was right, killing Tyler outright would be too easy an end for the werewolf.

It would be better to let him lead Gilmore to the werewolf army

If Gilmore could eradicate the werewolf leaders, then the revenge for all those lost in Saint Light would be fulfilled.

And even if they could only kick or punch Tyler once, it would give them a significant sense of release. Therefore. Aguilar and everyone immediately shouted with approval, “Yes, each of us will give him a kick or a punch!”

However, within the golden sphere, Tyler’s expression changed dramatically.

He might not be killed immediately, but with tens of thousands of people each delivering a kick or a punch, that would be tens of thousands of blows.

Would he even survive?

At that moment, Gilmore’s hand moved swiftly, sending a wave of anima that penetrated the golden sphere and struck right at Tyler’s mana core.

Boom!

The mana core of Tyler was destroyed, and his cultivation skills disappeared, and then Tyler screamed in agony. With a wave of his hand, Gilmore dispelled the golden sphere, and Tyler, now powerless, collapsed to the ground.

Aguilar and everyone around were lit with the fire of vengeance

“Listen up, let’s give it to him!” Aguilar cried out to the people.

The crowd then formed a line, each person stepping forward to deliver their share of retribution onto Tyler.

His screams of pain echoed one after another, “Ahhhh!”