Chapter 1810 They Shouldn't Move On Easily

Worse still, Wynter told him that they had to stop the ritual. Dalton responded with silence. Never before had his gaze been so cold and indifferent, as though the situation didn't concern him. Wynter took a step forward, expecting Dalton to follow. When she failed to sense his presence, she turned to find him standing in the shadows, his expression unreadable. The dim light obscured his handsome face, but the air around him had noticeably shifted. His figure loomed within the black mist, and his pale wrist seemed to glow against the surrounding darkness. If there were a term to describe the current Dalton, it would be the Demon King who rose from the underworld. Despite his elegant and harmless appearance, he was far crueler than anyone else. Even with a parasol in hand, he seemed completely stripped of humanity. Wynter couldn't read Dalton's thoughts, but from her understanding, she knew he was angry. Yet, she couldn't make sense of his fury. She wanted to pull him aside for