Chapter 186 - Chapter 186:102. Reveal the Trump Card_4 (1/2)

Chapter 186:102. Reveal the Trump Card_4

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“Come on, you coward. Don’t you want my parachute? Come and get it. If you don’t come, I’m leaving.”

Noland Lee tilted his head back slightly, intoxicated by the scent of grass in the wind:

“Sniff– I love this smell. Since I arrived in the Suffering Borderland, I haven’t been in touch with the green nature. Are you sure you don’t want to take a sniff? Greenshaw.”

Noland continued moving back, his gaze scanning the wall in search of corrosion marks, trying to tell which ones were caused by the wind and which ones were due to the undead poisonous fog.

When the fringe-like corrosion patterns on the wall disappeared and turned into a mottled pattern of elongated wind-eroded craters, Noland stopped walking slowly.

He glanced at the outlet behind him and estimated the distance from himself to that point.

Looking back at Greenshaw, the mockery in Noland’s smile grew thicker:

“You really are a coward, Greenshaw. Come on, hit me, beat me up, or I’ll be leaving.”

Greenshaw hesitated to come closer, worried that the enemy might have a hidden card to turn the tables.

Noland Lee, facing him and the Bone-mending Wand, remained calm and jokingly said, which made Greenshaw wary.

Noland removed his backpack and retreated a few steps, reached into it, grabbed a plump parcel, and threw it outside the outlet.

“Oh dear, I need to clean my backpack before opening the parachute. If I carry too much stuff, I won’t be able to open it.”

Noland threw one item after another outwards.

Suddenly, his hand was filled with several gleaming glass vials. These small items were only about the size of a pinky finger, but they drove Greenshaw insane.

“Give them to me! You bastard! Give them to me!”

Greenshaw released streaks of lightning, roaring as he stormed forward.

“Hahaha, you want the Life Elixir, come and get it-” Noland opened the bottle and took a sip of the potion in front of Greenshaw, one after another, his face full of enjoyment and satisfaction.

Greenshaw took several quick steps, hurriedly closing the distance between him and Noland.

Noland, like feeding a dog, tossed the potion bottle from his hand.

Greenshaw lunged forward and quickly picked up the potion bottle, shaking as he poured the liquid into his mouth.

Go to hell, Greenshaw.

You have left the influence of the Spirit Pivot.

Your soul belongs to me now!

Noland’s eyes turned cold, and he closed the laughter in his mind, drawing the last stroke of the magic array blueprint.

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