Kapitel 820: 819. Giant

Lu Ban looked at the small wooden piece in his hand; the time was exactly the 42nd second.

He was ready to face the monster formed from black fog, but nothing appeared.

Yet, Lu Ban indeed felt a gust of wind coming head-on; it was exceedingly hot and dry, seemingly mixed with sand, making breathing through the nose extremely uncomfortable, inducing a desire to cough and vomit.

Lu Ban saw that the sky above was displaying a peculiar orange hue, as if it had been scorched by some sort of flame, and the closer it was to The Island, the more it turned into a blood-red color, like fresh blood.

The black fog monster was nowhere to be found, at least for the moment; Lu Ban did not see any similar creature.

"This wind is a bit off."

Shia raised her hand slightly to shield her eyes.