"Dragoria will eventually wipe out all traitors like Novena. As for your master, out of respect, I'll leave his body intact. Now, die!" With that, Adrian threw a punch at Mackay's forehead.

Adrian didn't put any extra force into the punch, but it carried an eerie power nonetheless. Before it even made contact, Mackay felt as if he were caught in a massive vortex. In the next second, the swirling force shredded his consciousness and soul like paper. By the time Adrian's fist touched his forehead, Mackay was already brain dead.

With a dull thud, Mackay fell backward.

"Hmm?" Adrian paused.

Just as he was about to return the room to normal, he sensed his power attempting to penetrate Mackay's brain. He frowned slightly, unfamiliar with this sensory ability and unsure if it posed any danger to him. In the end, he decided to let it happen, allowing his power to flow into Mackay's brain.

A few minutes later, a look of joy spread across Adrian's face. "Am I hacking into his brain?" he mur