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Everyone was filled with disbelief as they looked at the painting.
The painting was filled with the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers with mist drifting
among them. A few people walked in the corners when suddenly, they turned their heads
to look outside the painting.
One person's figure made an impression on most people in an instant. It was full of
indifference, confidence, and power.
"The Hendrix Painting..." Someone uttered the name of the painting in a trembling voice.
"The Hendrix Painting? What's that?" Others wondered.
"Hendrix was once a holy being, very close to reaching the god position," someone who
knew Hendrix said.
Hendrix was a painter who entered the path order through painting and comprehended
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtother path orders after that.
Before that, he was just an ordinary person. After achieving the path order, he killed all
the holy beings of the same level. The Hendrix Painting was none other than the painting
painted by Hendrix that led him to the path order to become a holy being.
In the later stage, Hendrix continued to pour his energy into the painting, making the
Hendrix Painting more powerful. Even if Portia could not fully wield the power of the
Hendrix Painting now, it must not be underestimated!
Philip overheard the comments and saw the painting.
The extraordinary vibe of that figure also left a big impression on Philip and startled him
for a moment.
However, Philip quickly returned to his senses and whispered, "I'm surprised that the
Hendrix Painting actually has the function of confusing the mind. It has cleverly used the
path order of deterrence. What a pity..."
Philip looked up at Portia. "You can't fully unleash the power of the Hendrix Painting."
Portia chuckled and said, "Oh, really? Why don't you try?"
The Hendrix Painting fell into Portia's hands, and she poured her energy into it. The
painting quickly exuded a mysterious vibe.
A wisp of smoke floated out of the painting and shrouded the two of them.
The next moment, a powerful suction force came from the smoke, and Philip and Portia
disappeared into thin air in front of everyone's eyes.
After that, everyone saw two extra people on a mountain peak in the Hendrix Painting.
The painting slowly rolled up as if preventing others from seeing the scenery inside.
"It looks like the outcome of this battle has been determined," Nixon sighed.
Verdant also shook his head with regret in his eyes. "I'm afraid you guys can't help Philip
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmin this case."
Nixon nodded.
The Hendrix Painting was now under Portia's control.
Entering the painting was equivalent to being under Portia's full control. She could easily
make use of the rules, laws, and path orders in the painting.
No matter how strong Philip was, as long as he was not stronger than Portia, it would be
extremely difficult for him to break free from Portia's restriction and leave the painting.
Meanwhile, in the painting, Philip and Portia appeared on a magnificent mountain peak.
Philip subconsciously observed his surroundings. The night sky above his head was filled
with stars that shone gently on the two of them.
They were surrounded by trees, flowing rivers, cottages, and fish jumping out of the river
from time to time.
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