Chapter 666 (1/2)

Counting up, Sheyan did expend a relatively long ale raven Fortunately, the staying fee of the outer reaches was , such a value still wasn't considered cheap Nevertheless, after experiencing a cleansing of 10,000 utility points per hour in the innermost reaches, the current valuation could be considered charity

Upon acco his milestone, Sheyan obtained a title known as 'Marsh Cleanser' The property of equipping the title creates a probability of inflicting 10 - 20 points of true dae to mutated creatures (includes demonized creatures, valy beneficial for gunmen with rapid attack speed, whereas for Sheyan, it was relatively puny Moreover, advancing this title would be seely far in the indefinite future

The entire raven hunting affair wasted 2 hours of tiinally wanted to wait till dusk Hence, he didn'tthese hours

Back in the prile As the sun slipped beneath the earth's horizon, the night would soon descend swiftly and sharply

Although Sheyan had been waiting, he wasn't idling as well Not only did he clear up a basketball sized plot of land in the jungle, he had started chopping down trees and piling up ti these task within such a short span would be impossible

The evening sky projected an incandescent blazing cloud of fog Sheyan proceeded to ignite a athered A fiery blaze co as its heatwave threatened the surroundings

Due to the ed exceedingly dense black fu up towards the fiery red sky With the stale air, the pillar of s into the air Probably, individuals froht

Sheyan sat by the bonfire and shut his eyes; see, as he willfully allowed time to trickle away

”Ah, truly invigorating…I shall soon shred apart the falsehood of history”

The sky gradually darkened as rick darkness enveloped the corners of this prile In areas where the fiery irradiation failed to illu around

Still, the bonfire raged on Its scorching heat roasting the botto sounds; wood changed from brown to charred black

Allured by the fiery brilliance, gigantic regied forward The choruses of myriad insects exuberated an abundance of life within the place

Fro echoed fro while shoving aside vegetation

Sheyan turned to gaze into the darkness

A few minutes later, a wrinkled old face that resembled crisscrossed ravines appeared before Sheyan's eyes

Indeed, this was the chief of Port Qom - Old Aram

His face was still painted with greasy colors, and his head adorned with multicolored ornaments In his hands, was still that bizarre serpent staff He looked exactly the same as when Sheyan first saw him

However, Old Araiving off an illusion of a conity

Sheyan quietly stood before him Like an archaic stone statue, his silhouette resembled a sharp hatchet

”How did you know about this contacting a?” Old Ara with a raspy voice

Sheyan observed the old head and replied indifferently

”He's dead That thorn in the flesh will never appear before you ever again”

In this precise instant, Sheyan suddenly felt a gale assailing his face! Right in this inco rapidly causing Sheyan to feel suffocated! Yet clearly, the surrounding tree leaves re from?

Sheyan soon discovered, it wasn't that the air was surging in his face but that he was the object of motion!

The truth of this suffocating sensation was this - the eyes of that crooked old head abruptly flickered with an enraged blaze and barreled towards Sheyan in an instant Then, he gripped Sheyan's neck, and single-handedly lifting hiainst a massive, sturdy tree!

Such was the vast disparity between their strength, so much so that Sheyan could even distinctly feel the faint vibrations of the tree and the choking sensation of his neck

Old Aram's hands trea's death or Sheyan's provoking stateh Sheyan's life was in his hands, he scoffed nonchalantly