One of the swords had rusted. The talismans and carvings had vanished, emptied of spiritual power as well. The materials seemed expired, no longer shining as they did, as if they had turned into normal metal.

The other one was the blood-red sword. It looked better than the other, but its spiritual power and energy were slowly flowing into the Chaos tree.

The energy within the two swords had been absorbed by the Chaos tree.

On the other hand, the leaves of the Chaos tree were glistening, looking greener than ever, as if each of them had a life of its own.

Alex shrugged helplessly. “I don’t have it.”

Yuno huffed. “Don’t be so stingy. Do you think I’ll steal it from you?”

“It’s really gone,” Alex insisted.

“Tsk, I don’t want it anyway. You’re treating it like it’s some national treasure or something.”

Speechless, all Alex could do was let out a bitter smile.

He turned to Jade. “Master, have you heard of the Kamikaze clan of America?”

“I’ve never heard of them.”

“Then where did