Chapter 305: Sinking

That one-eyed human leading the pack had suffered a severe stab by an orc, coughing violently every few steps. A trickle of blood leaked from the corner of his lips. He was terribly frail as his buddy supported him to trudge forward.

After several hundreds of metres, that elf had no plans to travel together. As if he had preserved his strength the most, he kicked off against the snow and sped down the mountain route. The dwarf caressed his thick beard, his eyes flashing with an astute brilliance, as he kept up behind Sheyan's 3 man team.

Bloodied flayed skin, merciless casting off the mountaintop, strange fiery basin, soaring devilish raptor......such factors interweaved in Sheyan's vision. After escaping from that calamitous stage altar, his thoughts had never ceased.

Slowly, bit by bit, inch by inch, Sheyan seemed to be grasping onto something. Things were linking up, just that crucial element.