“Ah! Warren! I'm going to kill you!” A frantic scream rang out.

All eyes turned to Luna, her head lifted, revealing a face partially covered by her delicate hand. A red and swollen scar stood out against her cheek, adding to her overall disarray, she looked downright hideous.

"Luna, your face!"

Ethan's gaze fell on Luna's facial scar, his fury escalating. His voice raised to a shout, "Carter, beat him up for me! As long as you don't kill him, beat him to the brink of death!"

As soon as he finished, he added, "Didn't he say his leg's not broken? Then I want you to shatter his leg for me! I'll take responsibility for everything!"

"Ethan, take me to the medical beauty clinic. I want to remove this scar. Hurry, take me there! Hurry!"

Luna screamed.

Her appearance is the thing she cares the most about, more so for Luna, a woman who relied on her beauty to make a living. Her heart was burning with urgency.

"Alright, I'll take you there. I'll take you to the best cosmetic clinic."

Ethan pulled Luna away, turning to add ominously, "Carter, I'm leaving everything here to you!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Smith!" Carter smirked coldly, "I'll make sure he wishes he was dead!"

Once Ethan and Luna had left, the focus of Carter and his four companions fell on Warren.

Their gazes were utterly cold.

"Warren, it seems like you didn't learn your lesson this morning, daring to lay a hand on Ethan, do you have a death wish?"

Carter growled menacingly.

Warren held up the last smoke of cigarette, lighting it, and said: "If you want to fight, then fight. This is a hospital, after all."

"Heh, at least you're self-aware, kid. We'll see if this hospital can save you a second time!"

Carter rolled up his sleeves.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he rushed forward, his fist as big as a sandbag smashing toward Warren.

True to his reputation as a member of the basketball team, Carter's speed and strength were far superior to Ethan's.

However, in Warren's eyes, Carter was no different from a three-year-old child.

Although he lost all his mystical power, it did not change the fact that he had once fought across the mystical world and emerged victorious. His mere physical strength could still let him excel in the mundane world.

"To think that I, Azrael, who once aspired to the pinnacle of all heavens, have to personally teach you insignificant ants a lesson..." With a wry smile, Warren couldn't help but feel a bit helpless.

...

A minute later, when Warren stepped out of the hospital room, only the sounds of whimpering was heard

Not long after Warren left the hospital room, a passing nurse stopped abruptly, even dropping the tray in her hands.

"Oh my god, how can you stand up?"

Without offering an explanation, Warren calmly asked, "Where is Serena, is she still alive?"

He clearly remembered that when he was pushed to the road by Ethan, a black Audi, to avoid him, hit the curb in the middle of the road at full speed, in a frightening crash.

It was only a few days later that he found out in his previous life that the young woman was Serena Moore, the president of the Moore Group.

Due to that accident, Serena couldn't be revived and died from her severe injuries

As an Immortal Venerate, Warren, whose hands were stained with endless blood, was no kind-hearted person but he knew Serena's tragic fate was his fault. Regardless of whether it was out of principle or to settle karma, he had to save her.

"Miss Moore? I don't know where she is, you were the only one taken from the accident scene," The nurse wanted to ask about Warren's condition, but his strong attitude prompted her to instinctively respond first.

"She's not in the hospital?"

Warren nodded, assuming that Serena, being the heiress of the Moore family, would not be in a public hospital.

Is she at her own home, or in a high-end convalescent home exclusively for officials and gentry?

Warren couldn’t help but furrow his brows. If he didn’t hurry to find Serena, she would likely die.

"Oh yes, sir, is this phone yours? It was found at the crash site by the paramedics."

At this moment, the nurse brought out a brand-new Apple phone and handed it to Warren.

Warren glanced at it and initially wanted to deny it, but after a thoughtful consideration, he accepted it.

"That's right, it's mine."

If he remembered correctly, only he and Serena were in the accident. If this phone wasn’t his, it could only belong to Serena.

Thinking of this, Warren silently chanted an incantation. Subsequently, a faintly visible beam of light floated up from the phone, transformed into the shape of a spectral compass, and pointed towards a certain direction in the south.

This is the locating spell, a magic that locates the owner of a personal object.

Even though Warren has lost his mystical power, he can still use this method by harnessing the Celestial Flux Energy

After all, compared to the mystical world of his previous life, New York City is dwarfish, even smaller than a grain of sand. Hence, there is no need to consume a large amount of Celestial Flux Energy to execute the locating spell in such a small area.

As Warren had guessed, the place indicated by the locating spell is a high-class medical facility

"Thank you!"

Leaving a word of thanks behind, Warren dashed out of the hospital and hailed a taxi to the medical facility.

...

Not long after, Warren got out of the cab in front of a quiet private clinic.

"Serena! You are still so young, please don't leave your dad!"

Just then, a middle-aged man's agony echoed from the clinic.

"Serena? Could it be that she has already...?"

Warren felt a tightening in his heart, had he been late after all, was Serena already dead?

He hurried forward.

"Sir, this is a private clinic, please show your..."

The security guard stopped Warren.

Bang!

Without a word, Warren knocked out the security guard with a swift strike and ran into the nursing home's main gate.

.He saw a group of elderly experts pushing a surgery bed covered with a white cloth out of the operating room. A well-dressed middle-aged man, who appeared to hold a high position, was holding a pale hand outside the white cloth, sobbing with all his might.

Warren frowned, filled with a bit of speculation, and walked towards the group.

Soon, he could clearly see the hospital bed and concentrate his Celestial Flux Energy on his celestial spirit.

If there were any mystical being with not a shallow understanding present, they would see a vertical eye opening in Warren's forehead.

This is the Third Eye!

A typical Third Eye can achieve micro-vision, remote vision, and even through vision.

When cultivated to the extreme, the Third Eye can even see into the past and future in the long river of time.

Though Warren had been reborn and lost all his mystical abilities, he could still achieve micro-vision with the help of Celestial Flux Energy.

As soon as the Third Eye opened, the hospital corridor in Warren's sight changed dramatically.

Everything turned black and white, with only nearly imperceptible filaments floating in the air.

In addition, inside everybody in his sight, there was a glow like fire.

That is life force!

Warren narrowed his gaze to the hospital bed. Despite the white sheets obscuring the view, he could still see a faint glimmering flame.

The flame was incredibly weak, almost undetectable unless looked at closely. But it was enough proof of one fact - Serena on the bed was still alive!

"Thank goodness she's alive!"

Elated, Warren ran over.

At the end of the hallway, a large group of medical specialists from the southern medical community and the director of the medical facility were surrounding a middle-aged man, who was so grief-stricken he was weeping and wailing.

"Mr. Moore, please accept my condolences."

"Mr. Moore, your beloved daughter has died too young. You need to take care of yourself."

Many experts comforted with sighs.

"No! My daughter must still be alive, Director Chen, tell me she's alive!"

Moore Harris, the head of the Moore family, was holding his daughter Serena's cold hand tightly, asking a venerable elderly man in the crowd with a trembling voice.

The old man, named Liam, was a prominent figure in the southern medical community and also the director of this sanatorium.

However, he could only sigh and shake his head at the sight of Moore Harris breaking down upon losing his daughter.

"Mr. Moore, I am sorry for my incompetence. Miss Moore...has passed the point of no return..."

"Dr. Liam, you are considered a miracle-working doctor within our medical community... could it be truly too late for her? My daughter, she's only twenty-four!" Harris was overcome with grief.

"Mr. Moore, please, accept my condolences!"

Dr. Liam and the other physicians bowed their heads, saying, "Let's not panic or mourn just yet."

However, at that moment, a very assertive voice echoed from the end of the corridor, "Serena is not dead yet!"

"Who would stir things up at a time like this?! Upon hearing this voice, Harris ,Dr. Liam and other physicians hurriedly looked over.

They saw a rather skinny youth approaching, He wasn’t exactly good-looking, wearing a patient's gown.

"A patient's gown?" Liam looking at a bald man and bellowed, "Is this guy from the psychiatric department? Why wasn't he monitored more closely?"

He had just lost his daughter, and now there was a lunatic making nonsensical claims right in front of him. Wasn't that just adding to the chaos? As if things weren't bad enough already.

Their clinic had failed to save Miss Moore, which was a huge blow to their reputation. They might possibly face the wrath of the Moore family. If Harris got angry enough to cause trouble, it could be the end of their clinic