Merrick disappeared from Bluster's sight after a few steps. Bluster stared blankly in the direction Merrick left. At that moment, Blanka walked over from the other side of the mountain. "Bluster, who came by just now?"
"It was Merrick."
"What did he come for?"
"He wants to leave the Six Great Sects and join the Divine Strategy Squadron."
"That's..." Blanka's eyes flickered. "So, he came to persuade you to leave the Six Great Sects too?"
"What do you think about this?" Bluster asked, gazing at Blanka.
"I don't know. I'll follow your lead!" Blanka smiled innocently.
Bluster chuckled but did not say anything.
On a mountain peak in the west, a Western youth with a cross on his back strolled among the peaks. This Western youth was very strange as his head was facing the cross on his back. There was a ring of swollen scars on his head and neck. Suddenly, the space ahead twisted around, and Dermott's figure appeared.
Dermott looked around and saw the strange youth. His pupils suddenly shrank.
What the fuck!
What was this thing?
His head was on backward!
He tried to think but could not figure out the origin of the person in front of him.
Well, he simply could not afford to provoke him, so he ought to scram!
Hence, Dermott turned to leave.
Nonetheless, just as he turned around, an old man in a white robe appeared a hundred meters ahead.
"Oh, fu-"
Dermott's heart tightened.
Was that not Bristol, an elder of the Limitless Sword Sect?
This guy treated human lives like they were nothing, and before entering the secret realm, he had threatened to kill everyone. Damn it!
Was he truly this unlucky?
Dermott simply closed his eyes and muttered, "You can't see me! You can't see me!"
"Hungry..."
The Western youth with the cross on his back uttered a word.
Dermott opened his eyes and saw the Western youth running toward him at full speed. As he ran, his head rotated 180 degrees. A mouth fuff of fangs occupied half of his face it was almost like Venom from the movies!
"Holy fuck!"
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Dermott ran into the woods to the left while holding his head.
Bristol saw the strange Western youth, and his brows slightly furrowed. Then, he drew his paired swords and unleashed a terrifying sword form.
The Western youth raised his cross and slammed it down, shattering Bristol's sword form!
"Who are you?" Bristol's pupils contracted as he asked in a deep voice.
"Hungry..."
The Western youth opened his bloodthirsty mouth and bit toward Bristol's head.
Bristol instantly retreated dozens of meters, looking at the Western youth with a hint of wariness.
What on earth was this thing?
The cross in his hand emitted a stronger aura than a top-grade spiritual weapon.
Perhaps a divine weapon from the West?
A glint of greed flashed in Bristol's eyes as he said, "I can take you to find food!"
The Western youth was none other than Mondo. However, this Mondo was not the same Mondo as before. The current Mondo was a product of possession by a certain powerful Western demon clan.
He had not regained consciousness, but he could understand any language.
Hearing that he would be taken to find food, he grinned and said, "Good... Good..."
Bristol smirked slightly. He raised his hand to grab at the rock where Dermott was hiding behind.
The rock was crushed by a huge palm.
Dermott's face immediately turned pale.
This was bad!
Bristol was planning to use him as bait for the monster!
He took out three talismans and stuck them on his legs and abdomen. With three teleportation talismans, coupled with Gale Step, he should be able to achieve triple the speed of sound.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
The fastest speed for an ordinary Profound Oriental Realm expert was probably about twice the speed of sound. This guy definitely could not catch up to him! Thinking this, Dermott stood up and said, "You bastard! You'll die a miserable death! Bye!"
Dermott disappeared without a trace under his feet, leaving Bristol looking dumbfounded. That guy was just a Mystique Loyalty Realm cultivator. How could his speed be so fast? "Hungry..."