The cold wind carried a stench of blood, and raindrops fell on Bologue's face like blood that had long cooled.
He remembered the first time he came to the Wind Source Highlands, it coincided with its attack, years later, his return felt like a replay of past events.
Bologue sighed helplessly, the more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. He couldn't help but laugh at this scene of dark humor.
Truly a complete disaster!
"Move it!"
Holt's voice rang out from the front, and the members of the fourth group hurriedly dropped their luggage and shifted into combat mode.
Without any intention of concealment, the might of the Seeker of Glory was released from Holt's body, like a blazing sun rising amidst the storm. A terrifying ether pressure spread in all directions, immediately alarming everyone on the battlefield.
