I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

At the Mercenary City Teleportation Portal

The portal flashed, and two figures emerged—a vixen-like lady and an old man. Anyone familiar with the pair would recognize them as Alya and Elder Shaw, who had come to protect Draco.

Elder Shaw had personally volunteered for the task. As one of the Supreme Elders, his decision surprised many but also reassured them that Draco would remain unharmed.

"Grandfather, do you really have to come along?" Alya pouted at the old man.

"Hmph, if I didn't come, how would you protect yourself? Don't think I haven't noticed your strength dwindling these days. But now that you've regained it, your aura has grown so much that even I feel a sense of danger from you," Elder Shaw said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I won't interfere with the opportunities you encounter. But I must protect you—you're my only family," he added with a bitter smile, gently patting Alya on the head.

Alya, known to many as a vixen, appeared meek in front of Elder Shaw. She was like a child in the presence of her grandfather, who had cared for her since childhood.

Elder Shaw had taken her under his protection after she lost her parents at a young age. The reason behind their deaths remained a mystery, as the old man refused to divulge it. He insisted he would reveal the truth only when she became strong enough to handle it.

Pushing their thoughts aside, they focused on the task at hand.

As they exited the teleportation building, they overheard pedestrians gossiping about an incident at an abandoned building.

Corpses of black-robed men—members of the Night Clan—had been discovered in the abandoned area of Mercenary City. People speculated about who could have dared to provoke the Night Clan by killing their subordinates and whether this individual feared their wrath.

"More news just in!" someone shouted. "Dead bodies were found at the entrance of the Nercedes Company!"

"Isn't that the Night Clan's subsidiary company?" another exclaimed.

The crowd gathered, buzzing with speculation. "It seems the Night Clan has provoked some powerful enemy," someone concluded.

The police attempted to check the surveillance cameras in the area, but the cameras had been tampered with and were not functioning during the incidents. Even after repairs, they were unable to retrieve any footage of the battles, leaving them clueless about the culprit.

When Elder Shaw and Alya heard this, they were surprised. Their thoughts immediately turned to someone, especially Alya, who knew the extent of her master's strength.

The Battle of the Birds

A black flaming phoenix soared high, facing her opponents—a blue-red phoenix, a red phoenix, a blue phoenix, a golden crow, and a peacock. These five were battling the Phoenix Demon in a fierce aerial duel.

The black phoenix glanced at the blue-red phoenix. "I never thought I'd have the opportunity to fight the two-colored phoenix. What do you say, sister?" A sweet, female voice emanated from the black phoenix.

"Hmph, you should know your defeat is inevitable," replied the fire phoenix, its male voice filled with disdain.

"Shut up," the black phoenix snapped, sending a surge of black flames toward the fire phoenix. "When I'm speaking to my sister, an idiot like you has no right to interrupt."

The red flaming phoenix struggled to defend against the attack. The black flames were overwhelmingly powerful, and it took everything he had to fend them off.

"I never thought I'd have the chance to fight you as well, sister," the two-colored phoenix said.

The black phoenix and the two-colored phoenix locked eyes, their battle intent and killing intent palpable. Though they were sisters, they were ready to fight to the death.

CHIRP!

The two-colored flaming phoenix charged toward the black flaming phoenix, its wings flapping rapidly as it unleashed a barrage of blue-red flames.

The two-colored phoenix, a rare hybrid possessing the powers of both the Fire Phoenix and the Ice Phoenix, could control both fire and ice.

The black phoenix, a demonic being known as the Dark Phoenix, wielded the powers of darkness, hellfire, and flames.

The black phoenix snorted at the incoming attack. "Childish tricks," she scoffed, waving her wings and extinguishing the flames effortlessly.

She darted forward. "Phoenix Claws!" Her claws shot like rockets, striking the two-colored phoenix and leaving deep wounds that caused blood to gush.

However, the two-colored phoenix remained calm. Her entire body ignited with flames, and her injuries healed instantly. This was the power of a true-blooded phoenix: Phoenix Nirvana.

The two-colored phoenix retaliated, aiming for the head of the black phoenix, who narrowly dodged the attack.

"Rise of the Fire Phoenix!"

"Rise of the Ice Phoenix!"

"Golden Sun Technique!"

"Light of the Peacock!"

As the black phoenix evaded the two-colored phoenix's strike, she was hit by multiple attacks from the other birds. The barrage caused her some injuries.

She snorted, her body bursting into flames. Her injuries healed instantly as she resumed her battle. This was the fierce brawl of the birds. Your journey continues with empire

This same scene played out among the other Seats of Demons. Despite being outnumbered by their enemies, they continued to prevail, suppressing their opponents.

Each opponent was strong and renowned in the God's Domain, yet the demons were fighting evenly, even gaining the upper hand.

Their enemies feared them.

The deities battling Xandros observed this and frowned. They could hardly believe that five deities were failing to defeat a single demon. It was shocking.

Each demon was a hegemon in their own right, yet they willingly followed Xandros. As the gods looked at their foe, they felt a gnawing sense of dread. It seemed Xandros still had more to reveal.

Xandros moved, his body radiating a black-red light that channeled into his sword. The gods, realizing the danger, drew their own special weapons. They knew they couldn't risk facing Xandros's weapon unarmed.

This was the Weapon of Plunder—a legendary blade that struck fear into all other weapons and their wielders. Only the most extraordinary weapons could stand against it without being destroyed.

The gods braced themselves, ready with their prepared weapons.

Xandros chuckled at their efforts, a sly smile on his face as he slashed with his sword.

The deities moved in unison, defending against the attack. Though they managed to block it, they immediately counterattacked, striking at Xandros.

"Like I said, it's time to stop playing," Xandros roared. Heaven and earth trembled as the Originat converged on him, causing a massive influx of energy.

All the deities fighting nearby turned to look at him, sensing the dwindling Originat in the air. Those closest to Xandros felt an overwhelming sense of danger, their instincts screaming at them to flee. Yet, as hegemons, their pride refused to let them retreat.

The Universe-Annihilating Aura emanated from the Weapon of Plunder. Volcanoes erupted, whirlwinds raged, oceans overflowed, and the earth cracked beneath the sheer pressure. Natural disasters swept across the land, sending shivers through everyone in the God's Domain.

It felt as though an apocalypse had descended.

Xandros slashed again—no complex movements, just a single, devastating swing.

When the deities tried to defend against the attack, terror flashed through their eyes.

BOOM!

Their bodies were flung back, bones shattered. That seemingly simple slash contained the power of thousands of Daos.

This was the reason for their terror. For someone to wield such an attack, their strength had transcended all limits. There was no hope of defeating the Plunderer.

"Hmph. I knew they wouldn't defeat him. Such weak cultivators," an unknown male voice remarked arrogantly, his tone dripping with confidence.