Chapter 321: Increasing the Gap (1/2)

Somewhere atop the valley floor of Fallen Shadow Valley, two teams of the Doa Kingdom faced each other in a standstill.

Two fallen Evil Dragon Followers lay on the ground between them, right in the middle. In the hands of one of the Evil Dragon Followers was a tooth shaped yellow gemstone.

But right at this moment, the members of both teams widened their eyes in surprise.

“Are those two not Ayrin and Rinloran from Holy Dawn Academy? And Stingham?”

“It is them! I’ve saw them at the tournament in Eichemalar. They… are running over from the direction of the Abyss of Evil? Could it be that they entered the Abyss of Evil with their strength?”

Indeed, Ayrin, Rinloran, and Stingham’s swiftly moving figures had abruptly appeared before them.

“What are those three youths doing?”

“Why are they running so hard, even out here?”

“Aren’t these three fellows’ expressions a little too overexaggerated?”

“This group of youths were the most erratic and quirky bunch within the entire national tournament. Who knows why they have come here, and why they are running like their lives are on the line. Right now, they would be able to gain a lot of things, even if they just slowly searched the corpses.”

The two teams of arcane masters couldn’t contain their laughter.

Although Ayrin, Rinloran, and Stingham were quite a distance away from the two teams of arcane masters, their abnormally painful expressions could still be clearly seen.

Expressions which were so unrestrained that they could be considered hideous.

Their bodies were drenched with sweat, and their muscles were clearly cramping from overuse. They had obviously been running for a long time, yet there was not a powerful person or monster chasing after them.

The battle within Fallen Shadow Valley had ended in their victory, and the remaining living Evil Dragon Followers had long since lost all morale and were focused on trying to escape. There couldn’t possibly be a powerful Evil Dragon Follower chasing them in the first place.

They had already run themselves into such a state, yet they were still running.

Were they sick?

Both teams thought the three youths were simply too comical.

But when they looked back towards the Evil Dragon Followers between them, all their expressions changed as they erupted into commotion. They began exchanging murderous glares with each other.

“Where’s the Storm Fang?!”

“What happened to the Storm Fang that the Evil Dragon Follower was holding onto?!”

“Just now, I thought that we had agreed on deciding who the Storm Fang went to through fair competition. I can’t believe you guys decided to steal the Storm Fang while we were looking elsewhere!”

“What nonsense are you spouting? Clearly you guys are the ones who stole the Storm Fang! How can you blame us?! Are you all really so shameless?”

“You! It was clearly you guys!”

“What do you mean? Not a single one of us moved!”

“It seems like we must beat you guys up then…”

……

“Teacher Liszt, you deviant. Worry not, just like Teacher Houston, I have written your name down in my little book!” Stingham screamed, his face contorting from the various emotions flowing through him. Tears and snot dripped down his face, “My girlfriend isn’t here anymore either. Just how is she doing?”

“Idiot! Lotton and Teacher Minlur are there with her, just how could anything happen to your girlfriend?!” Rinloran swore as he ran alongside Stingham.

By this point, they had basically swept through all the places where they could reach at least once. They had lost count of how many roads they had taken, and how many times they had passed through each spot. Their muscles, which were originally sore and burning, were now twitching uncontrollably and in pain as if they had been pricked with needles.

Every single step caused countless fine stabbing pains to course through their bodies.

These pains combined and powerfully stabbed their minds.

Rinloran felt a perpetual numbness in his scalp and as if his hair was all standing up on his head, but in reality, his hair was drenched in sweat and tightly wound around him like a wet blanket.

In his mind, countless voices continuously told him to give up and stop, but the sound of Ayrin and Stingham’s footsteps and their heavy breathing renewed his willpower kept him from doing so.

Every time the arcane energy of the Poisonflame Emperor Egg seemed to be on the verge of being completely exhausted, it would squeeze out a little more energy from within his body, forcing him to continue his struggle.

Naturally, Stingham was in the same condition Rinloran was in. However, for some hateful reason, the poison within him continued to attack his body as if it was not disappearing anytime soon.

“I give up! I can’t endure it any longer! Rinloran, how can you still be holding on?!” Stingham abruptly shouted, his face scrunching up as tears and snot covered it once more.

“Idiot, I advise you to talk less and save some energy. You have already said the same thing more than three hundred times!” Rinloran rebutted. His voice turned cold as he continued, “If you can’t continue, then just stop, and we’ll come back to collect your corpse when we are finished.”

“Rinloran you inhumane person!” Stingham shouted. Afterwards, as he saw the absent-minded Ayrin pass by him, he cried out, “Ayrin, just what are you muttering to yourself?!”