Chapter 162: Meeting an Old Foe

The chase continued and Lear's beast frame began to crumble after repeated barrages of attack.

'F*ck! They are fast. I can't lose them like this. Raising a commotion….no I can't do it.'

Lear took in a deep breath before finally making his decision. He would fight it out.

In the midst of the chase, his body suddenly made a turn and out of everyone's expectation, he lunged like a ferocious beast.

The people behind him weren't expecting the change of events. Hence, the unlucky one in the lead died a terrible death.

'4 more to go….It doesn't look like he will last long. It seems this true spell is too difficult for him to maintain.'

Max suddenly turned his head towards the rooftop. It seemed they were finally about to make a move.

'Well, I might as well give him a hand.'

Max pushed his body and with a slight jump, he was already onto the rooftop and a spear with a red tip emerged out of thin air right in his hand.