Daddy the Miracle Medic

Chapter 570 Dad is Here

"Lachlan, no!" Kyrie's face turned cold as he spoke in a deep voice. "The aura we both sensed is clearly a trap. Your strength is still weak, and once you fall into the trap, the consequences are unknown." "Instead, let me go! I want to see what this Wicked Bone is capable of."

"And you, go with Darius to rescue my niece."

Lachlan hesitated upon hearing this and said, "But..."

"How can I let my brother take risks?" Kyrie shook his head disapprovingly. "You're overestimating Wicked Bone! Even if he personally waits for me in the trap, what can he do to me? You and Darius should ac together. He is also a powerful mid-Nascent Soul expert. With him by your side, it will be more secure."

After some discussion, the group finally decided to follow Kyrie's plan.

Of course, they had also considered acting together to investigate the other aura that Lachlan sensed. However, in the end, they decided to split up. After all, Lachlan was uncertain which one was real and which one was fake.

It was now winter, and the sky had not yet brightened at this time of day. Taking advantage of the darkness before dawn, the group immediately began their separate actions. Twenty minutes later...

A figure broke through the iron door and rushed into the basement of a small building.

Inside the basement, a strange paper figure stood, with a strand of Nora's hair hanging from its head, stained with some blood.

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Kyrie's pupils contracted, his eyes filled with a cold glint as he couldn't help but snort.

Indeed, the aura he sensed was completely fake.

"Hehehe, Lachlan!"

"I knew you wouldn't play by the rules!"

"We agreed to meet in three days, but you secretly came early, trying to get the upper hand?"

"Unfortunately, I was prepared!"

At that moment, Kyrie's mocking and sinister voice echoed.

Buzz!

The next second, a strange fluctuation surged in the basement.

A powerful aura pressed towards Kyrie, carrying a kind of mental oppression.

Kyrie felt the scene in the basement twist and distort before his eyes.

The next second, countless evil spirits and demons rushed towards him.

For a moment, it felt like this place had turned into a hell on earth.

"Hmph! Using illusions against me?"

"A paltry trick, let me break it!"

Kyrie snorted coldly, and his voice resounded like the tolling of a bell.

As his voice fell, numerous sinister beings shattered and dispersed, and the basement returned to its dim and calm state.

At that moment, Wicked Bone stood at the entrance of the basement, wearing a surprised expression on his face.

"You... You're not Lachlan?"

"Who are you?"

He looked at the tall and sturdy old man before him, his face showing a mix of surprise and doubt.

"You despicable scum!"

"Today, I, Kyrie, will capture you for my brother, Lachlan."

Kyrie coldly snorted, and a powerful aura belonging to the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage emanated from him.

Wicked Bone, who had thought his trap was foolproof, suddenly had a drastic change in his expression. "Kyrie?"

"You're the great witch doctor, Kyrie?"

Wicked Bone asked in astonishment,

and in the next moment, his eyes

flickered a few times. He cupped his hands and said, "So, it's the

esteemed great witch doctor. No

wonder you easily broke myo

formation. I admit defeat!"

As he spoke, his tone changed, his face filled with uncertainty. "But the esteemed great witch doctor and I have never crossed paths. What do you mean by this?"

"What do I mean? Lachlan is my sworn brother. Now do you understand what I mean?" Kyrie asked with a cold smile.

"What? Lachlan is your sworn brother?" Wicked Bone's face was instantly filled with shock. He never expected that Lachlan would have such connections, being sworn brothers with the renowned witch doctor.

If he had known earlier, he should have made more thorough preparations. He might even have requested the intervention of the ancient Willis family's representative.

"Enough nonsense, surrender!" The great witch doctor spoke arrogantly, and in the next second, he pounced on Wicked Bone like a mighty lion.

"I want to see how powerful the legendary witch doctor truly is!" Wicked Bone, with a fierce and grotesque expression, let out a monstrous roar and engaged in a full-on confrontation.

Boom!

In the next instant, a deafening

explosion occurred. From the outside, it appeared as if the

two-story building had been

completely shattered. The tenet

aftermath of the battle between Nascent Soul experts was evident.

The entire village became chaotic due to the commotion. At the entrance of a cave in the mountains behind the village, Turkeroth, who was guarding the area, was awakened by the noise.

"Has my master already started

fighting with someone?" He

muttered to himself, a cold smile appearing on his face. "As expected, my master is a brilliant strategist. It

seems that Lachlan has fallen into a trap."

He glanced at the cave behind him and continued, "He would never expect that his own daughter is actually here, right?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly resounded.

"How do you know he wouldn't expect it?"

Hearing this voice, Turkeroth's expression changed drastically. In the next moment, a figure appeared, charging towards him with the force of thunder, moving at an incredible speed. "Seeking death!" Turkeroth, unafraid, relied on his peak Golden Core late-stage strength and swung his staff towards the oncoming figure.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing reverberated.

The figure of Turkeroth staggered back several steps, creating an opening at the entrance of the cave. Meanwhile, Lachlan, who had just made his move, stood in the same spot, replacing Turkeroth's position. With his initial-stage Golden Core strength, Lachlan had managed to gain the upper hand in the clash against Turkeroth, who was at the peak of the Golden Core late stage.

However, Lachlan had also depleted a significant amount of his true essence. The strike he used earlier was none other than the Sky-Cleaving Startled Swan Ninth Form. "You... Are you Lachlan?" Turkeroth, stabilizing himself, stared at Lachlan with a face filled with disbelief and uncertainty.

"Hmph!" Lachlan snorted coldly, not wasting any words with him. With an anxious heart, he rushed into the cave, his sole concern being Nora's safety.

"Want to enter? Pass my test first!" Turkeroth attempted to rush forward to stop Lachlan.

However, at that moment, another figure suddenly appeared and slapped Turkeroth with a palm strike.

Boom!

Accompanied by a muffled sound, Turkeroth was sent flying, spewing out a mouthful of blood.

The one who made the move was none other than Darius, Kyrie's senior disciple.

And at this moment, Lachlan had already charged into the depths of the cave and saw a small figure curled up against a stone wall.

"Nora... Daddy's here!" His voice trembled with a hint of emotion.