<h4>Chapter 1677: Chapter 1670: Moore, You Lost</h4>


    After hearing Gruss’s words, Angel scanned the three people with an indifferent gaze and said calmly, "Since I dare to say today that the Morgan Family will experience a change of dynasty, it means I am fully prepared. Just watch carefully. If you want to make a move against me, go ahead and try, see if you have the chance."


    As she spoke, Angel’s gaze directly fell on the six n elders facing off with Moore, and her lips curved into a mad smile, carrying a hint of assured victory.


    After hearing Angel’s words, the eyes of Gruss and the other two flickered with an uncertain glint, ultimately deciding not to act since they weren’t sure if Angel had hidden tricks up her sleeve.


    "Scott, do you think you can win by calling those five useless people? Let me tell you, that’s impossible. Today, all of you must die."


    Moore let out a sinisterugh and suddenly appeared beside an ice crystal spear. Grabbing it with his fingers, he thrust it out powerfully, pinning a n elder midair. The elder didn’t even bleed,pletely frozen into an ice sculpture by the chilling air, shattering on the ground with a crack.


    "A bunch of traitors, I’ll send you on your way right now."


    After killing Scott, the killing intent on Moore’s face intensified. He spread his five fingers, and a stream of air surged out from nowhere, transforming a ten-meter radius into a world of ice and snow. Gale swept up countless snowkes, turning them into des, directly enveloping Old Martin, White, and their fivepanions.


    The snowy expanse obscured all events within Moore’s Ice and Snow Domain, even silencing all sounds, plunging the surroundings into an eerie calm.


    After just a few breaths, the snowy domain that had engulfed a ten-meter radius gradually receded. However, by then, White, Old Martin, and the five others had vanishedpletely, leaving behind only five frosted skeletons standing, eerily lifelike.


    Once the Ice and Snow Domain dissipated, without its power, it all copsed like a domino effect, falling apart into piles of ice crystals, looking particrly shocking under the light.


    In less than several breaths, six mid-stage orte-stage mythical n elders of the Morgan Family were dead beyond revival, their bodies truly reduced to nothing.


    Moore stood on the high tform, looking down at Angel: "Angel, my dearest daughter, you’ve lost. Tell me, how do you want to die now?"


    "Hahaha, Angel, you’ve lost. You dared to kill my people, you’re dead for sure. No, I’m going to have you. Come to think of it, I’ve never tasted you before! Today I’m definitely going to savor your vor."


    A white man with a stubbly beard spoke up then, devoid of fear, reced by a face full of greed, his eyes roaming over Angel’s body, never considering her as his sibling.


    "Angel, this time you’ve lost, hahaha, you’re dead for sure."


    "Angel, did you think hiring these three useless ones would let you win? You didn’t expect our father’s strength had a breakthrough, did you? You’re dead today."


    "Angel, you’ve lost and yet you threaten us. Let’s see who’s threatening whom now."


    The remaining white men and women also stared menacingly at Angel. Just a moment ago, they thought they were doomed, now they’ve finally rxed, and with Angel’s imminent demise, they no longer have to fearpetition for the Morgan Family’s n leader position.


    "Heh heh heh, doomed, do you really think you’ve won?" Angel suddenly spoke, her tone carrying a hint of disdainful ridicule.


    "My dear daughter, since you’re unwilling to admit defeat, don’t me your father for being ruthless."


    Moore’s gaze was cold as he looked at Angel. For some reason, her calmness spurred a strong unease in his heart. Without hesitation, he extended his fingers, shrouding the space, and an intense chill instantly permeated the air, enveloping Angel with freezing momentum.


    Facing this move, Angel stood unmoving, her face bearing the same trademark smile as if she didn’t see the approaching chill, and even Abby remained still, merely coldly observing.


    Unlike Angel, Gruss and the other two weren’t as calm. Instead, they activated their abilities to fend off this terrifying attack.


    Just as it seemed Angel was about to be swallowed by this frigid chill, the chill quickly dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving Moore’s previously arrogant face turning utterly grim in an instant. His aura vanished entirely within moments, now appearing just like an ordinary person, devoid of any presence.


    "Abby, make your move, disable those noisy ones beside him." At this moment, Angel spoke without any hesitation.


    Upon hearing Angel’s words, Abby, who had stood motionless beside Angel, moved instantly, transforming into a lightning sh. With lightning speed, she appeared beside the white men and women, striking their bodies violently, channeling a purple arc of lightning into them, entirely nullifying their supernatural abilities.


    "Ah!"


    The white men and women couldn’t help but let out a shrill scream, their bodies copsing, unconscious.


    "Leader, they’re all disabled," Abby reported respectfully, appearing once more next to Angel.


    "Well done."


    Angel gave a cold smile, her gaze sweeping over the three of Gruss, and said lightly, "Abby, continue with our n. Gruss, Oliver, Sam, please apany Abby and help gather the forces of these six n elders. If anyone resists, kill them without mercy."


    With Angel’s gaze falling on them, Oliver and the others immediately felt a chill rise from their hearts. They weren’t fools. Although Angel hadn’t explicitly said anything, it was evident that from the moment Angel stepped into this meeting room, everything was likely under her calction, including Moore’s killing of the six n elders. Angel probably never intended to cooperate with these elders but nned to use Moore to eliminate them.


    This thought caused Gruss and the others to feel a chill down their spines, and they even felt as if they’d narrowly escaped death. When Moore ughtered the six n elders of the Morgan Family with such thunderous might, they’d even entertained the thought of capturing Angel.


    Thinking back on their earlier intentions, Gruss and the others couldn’t help but shiver, bowing respectfully to Angel before following Abby out to help subdue the forces of the Morgan Family elders. They no longer dared entertain any other thoughts, fearing Angel might still be scheming against them, waiting to dispose of them once they betrayed her, smoothly taking over their forces.


    They entirely believed Angel was more than capable of doing so.


    With Gruss and the others leaving, and the young men and women thoroughly unconscious, only Angel and Moore remained in the meeting room.


    Angel stood silently, her eyes fixed unwaveringly on Moore, who stood on the high tform filled with a murderous aura. She took a deep breath and said, "Moore, you’ve lost."


    "When did you poison me?"


    Moore looked at Angel coldly. He wasn’t a fool. Since he couldn’t use his abilities, with his body weak and powerless, it was clear he’d been poisoned, and the person who poisoned him was Angel.


    "A week ago, I started poisoning your meals a week ago." Angel looked at Moore without any concealment, directly exining.