Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 688 Destruction…

They could only flee in panic, helplessly watching as people around them were swept away by the tornado, as thick trees were uprooted, as the sky overturned and the earth shook...

Amidst the roaring winds, the rain as big as beans, and the flying sand and stones, a young boy in white stood facing the wind.

The raging storm seemed to have nothing to do with him, as if he were a lofty deity punishing these ignorant humans, standing immovably in the center of the storm.

His brown eyes were filled with a destructive fervor, calmly watching the winds wreak havoc and the rain pour down in a cataclysmic shower.

It seemed this was still not enough.

His icy gaze swept over the scene before him, and he slightly raised his hand.

With his movement, the already rampant and furious wind became even more intense and terrifying.

The wind, initially only capable of blowing away people and snapping trees, suddenly escalated several levels, even lifting an entire mountain...

Because of this boy’s fury, it was as if the area was experiencing an earthquake of immense magnitude, flattening all the trees and rocks in an instant.

And yet, it was not over.

Just as everything was leveled, the sea water rushed in, quickly filling the entire area with water...

In this way, the northern tribe of Whitehill, except for the royal tomb and the sacred land, was completely destroyed, turning into a vast ocean.

The entire process took less than three minutes.

In this sudden catastrophe, the thugs of the Black Hand Gang, the few remaining guards of Whitehill fighting till the end, and the international policemen led by Mark, were almost all swept into the sea beneath the royal tomb, whether alive or dead...

Among those swept in, Mark was no exception and was also taken by the sea.

Seeing Mark fall into the sea, Arnold, who was luckily close to Kuhn and thus spared, was immediately shocked.

She shouted, "Boss!" and without any hesitation, ran toward the spot in the sea where Mark was, leaping in after him...

Kuhn’s brown eyes slowly turned blood red.

The storm continued to rage, with violent waves fiercely pounding...

Those who survived because of their proximity to Kuhn all focused their fearful, awe-filled eyes on him...

They exclaimed in horror:

"That boy, it’s that boy’s doing!"

"He’s behind all of this!"

"He’s not human, he’s a devil! No, a demon!"

People are often unwilling to tolerate what frightens and terrifies them, and they will stop at nothing to destroy it.

To them, Kuhn was an anomaly, one who could annihilate them at any moment. As they feared and revered him, they also contemplated how to kill this aberration.

"He’s a monster, a demon! Kill the demon!"

"Kill him, and we might survive!"

These people, who, due to their distance from Kuhn, were lucky to escape without being blown or swept away, kept retreating and shouting while continuously firing at Kuhn.

Yet, one had to say, they were trying in vain.

The bullets shot by them could not even get close to Kuhn, as they were all whisked away by the fierce wind.

They themselves were not spared either, as the storm swept them away, leaving them no chance to even scream, and they all fell into the sea, either dead or wounded.

Once everyone was dealt with, the roaring winds finally started to subside.

The storm dissipated, and the thick clouds dispersed.

The bright sun once again shone high above in the sky.

However, under the scorching sun, the location of the royal tomb, once surrounded by picturesque hills, was entirely submerged by seawater, except for the majestic mountain burying the tomb.

In this area covered by seawater, broken rocks and crooked, fallen trees were scattered everywhere...

Except for Kuhn, there was no living creature left.

Those swept into the sea, dead or alive, had disappeared without a trace, carried away by the surging waves...

Kuhn’s white clothes were already soaked by the rain.

Drenched in the dripping wet white clothes, he walked leisurely into the natural tunnel leading to the royal tomb.

After entering the tunnel, Kuhn walked for a long time before arriving at a stone gate blocking his path, the same place he had previously brought Melody Parker and Virgil Davies.

Only by pressing the button could Kuhn enter beyond this stone door and truly enter the royal tomb.

However, Kuhn did not move.

His brown eyes, with a cold, murderous glint, gazed at a small door beside the stone gate, where Bella Sutton and her people had entered.

Ha, this fake princess truly loved to act clever, as if courting death!

Previously, he and the real princess, Melody Parker, had come here, taking the left-side main door. But Bella Sutton, the fake princess, led her people straight to the small door on the right.

Bella Sutton might have thought that the main door was too conspicuous and surely a trap, assuming the small door was the correct way to enter the royal tomb. However, she had no idea that this small door was truly a deadly path that could cost them all their lives.

"It’s basically seeking death!" Kuhn spoke coldly, walking over slowly.

In a hidden spot by the small door on the right, he found a button and pressed it lightly.

With Kuhn’s action, the door that could kill Bella Sutton and her entire group was completely sealed shut.

After this, Kuhn returned to the front of the main door on the left.

He slightly raised his hand and pressed a button, causing a protrusion to suddenly appear on the previously smooth door.

And that protruding place was surprisingly a chessboard.

Kuhn manipulated the pieces on the chessboard to move the remains of former kings and the hidden treasure of Whitehill to another place within the royal tomb.

The design of the Whitehill royal tomb is complicated and elaborate, laid out as a massive chessboard based on the five elements and eight trigrams. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Every secret room within the tomb is like a hidden compartment on this board, each path a crisscrossing line on it.

The items stored in those secret rooms and the complex mechanisms and traps are operated and represented by different pieces on the board.

Kuhn alone knows all the traps and devices in the royal tomb, and only he can manipulate and control them.