Chapter 382 180: "Carlos Made Me Do It!

"Two Grand Mages…"

Lemondaff, standing to one side, suddenly felt his legs go weak.

He had never dreamed that someone in this world could actually break through the limits of the human body and ascend to another level.

"True Grand Mages…"

That's right… they had to be true Grand Mages.

Lemondaff's first reaction was disbelief, but the facts spoke for themselves. If they weren't Grand Mages, how could it be that even Miss Bofunova was no match for them?

'So… I've been trying to set a trap for Grand Mages all this time?'

'And not just one, but two of them.'

And since Sean had spoken, the Eleanor Sisters no longer held back. In an instant, two immense pressures, like the sky caving in and the earth collapsing, emanated from them and swept through the entire factory.

THUD.

Lemondaff had already been injured in the earlier brawl. Now, with the sudden realization of everything, crushed by the pressure of the Eleanor Sisters' auras, his body went limp as if all his strength had been drained. He fell to his knees with a THUD, gave Bofunova a look of despair and helplessness, and stammered with trembling lips:

"Miss B-Bofunova, s-save me…"

THUD THUD THUD…

Before Bofunova could answer, more Wizards fell to their knees, looking at the Eleanor Sisters in terror.

If anyone had previously doubted that Sean was just bluffing, all their suspicions vanished in that instant, replaced by nothing but deep-seated fear.

An aura was the simplest manifestation of a Wizard's Magic Power. To be crushed so completely by an aura alone that they couldn't even stand straight and were forced to their knees… Besides a Grand Mage, who else could do such a thing?

The Eleanor Sisters were just standing there, perfectly still, even maintaining the elegant posture of Maids with their hands clasped before them. They wore gentle, sweet smiles, yet the thousand or so surviving Wizards felt as if they had been plunged into an icy cellar, their faces ashen with despair.

"Miss Bofunova, save us…"

"Shut up!"

Bofunova roared.

Never mind that most of these Wizards were merely prey who had chosen to submit to the Kovloki Family and weren't true family members. Even if they were her own kin, she couldn't possibly save them even if she wanted to.

She could barely save herself!

When the Eleanor Sisters' pressure was first revealed, she had also nearly failed to resist and collapsed to her knees. And though she had withstood the pressure and was still stubbornly standing, she had no capacity to worry about anything else.

This was what made Bofunova's heart sink into despair.

She had used her family's Secret Technique, paying the price of overdrawing her potential and damaging her soul, to elevate her combat strength to a level unimaginable for an ordinary Wizard—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was invincible beneath the rank of Grand Mage. Yet in the end, she couldn't even withstand the Eleanor Sisters' aura…

On the surface, it seemed there was only a fine line separating her from the Eleanor Sisters, but in a real fight, the gap between them was as wide as a chasm.

As the primary target of the Eleanor Sisters' suppression, Bofunova could hardly even move, let alone fight back.

"Nicely done." Sean patted the sisters' shoulders in approval.

He loved seeing his enemies in a state of wanting to kill him but being utterly unable to.

The factory floor was covered with kneeling Wizards, interspersed with numerous corpses. Fresh blood stained the ground, forming a crimson path. Sean stepped onto this path of blood, walking toward Bofunova step by step. He flippantly pinched the woman's chin, forcing her head up.

"Now then, does Miss Bofunova still want me to warm her bed?"

Sean's tone was filled with undisguised mockery.

Bofunova's beautiful face flushed crimson, and she felt utterly humiliated.

As the esteemed eldest daughter of the Kovloki Family, always high and mighty, when had she ever been toyed with like this?

Sean sighed again, feigning regret. "I mean, really…"

"Wouldn't it have been better to stay hidden?"

"I was even worrying about how to find you before. After all, Miss Bofunova's fearsome reputation is widely known. Everyone's afraid of you. They say you're incredibly mysterious, that even your own subordinates don't know your whereabouts…"

"But look what you did. You ran right over and served yourself up on a platter."

"I thought Miss Bofunova would be an opponent with both power and cunning, that I could properly enjoy this confrontation. But now, it seems…"

"You're not all that special after all, are you?"

As he spoke, Sean put on a disappointed expression.

'Who doesn't know how to twist the knife?'

Being taunted while he held her by the chin, Bofunova felt utterly humiliated. Biting her lip, she spat, "Just say what you want! Enough of this nonsense!"

"Oh? A fiery one, are we?"

Sean's gaze roamed over the woman before him with aggressive intent. It traveled down from Bofunova's face—still beautiful despite being flushed crimson with humiliation—past her neck, her collarbones, the snowy valley of her cleavage, her graceful, slender waist, and the full, supple legs peeking from beneath her skirt, before finally returning to her face.

"What I want to do is very simple."

Sean stared into her eyes and said, "I want your eyes."

"Miss Bofunova, the debt for your participation in the siege of the Long Night Union six years ago… it's time to settle it."

Hearing this, the Night Watcher's heart trembled.

'This young man is going after Bofunova… to get revenge for me?'

'But… why?'

The Night Watcher knew his relationship with Sean wasn't good; in fact, it was rather poor.

Sean had made him lead his men on a wild goose chase once, and he had cursed Sean out without holding back.

The last time Sean wanted to borrow some of his men, he had refused.

Although Sean had "humiliated" him in return with a few bottles of mineral water, making them even, they had never seen eye to eye. That kind of "equal" exchange didn't mend their relationship; on the contrary, it only deepened their mutual dislike.