Chapter 87: A Lesson For Scum

"What the heck are you guys doing?!"

Ilyon appeared in their midst with a bang.

His visage was stained all around with blood as he pointed his sword at the approaching five while his eyes darted all over the place and his brain whirred at high speeds trying to understand the current situation.

He had been warding off the incoming wave of snakes on his lonesome after Motavu left to help Rowan.

They needed Rowan's power, so he thought it would be better to finish up the big one quickly and then use their combined might to cull the swarm, so he told Motavu to assist while he kept the snakes busy.

A few minutes had passed and he hadn't heard Motavu's loud voice, so he came to check on the situation.

What he met though, was the realization of his worst fears.

Rowan was lying down limp in a pool of blood with his body pale.

Motavu seemed to be incapacitated as he laid on the ground unmoving.

Thankfully, both of them were still alive.