Chapitre 62: The Hunt (13) *

Everyone stopped in their tracks. Not anyone could take a single step further. Even the long haired level 4 archer, Sven was stuck on the tree.

A baleful and heavy aura paralysed each and every one's body, regardless of their levels. They felt their hearts crushing deep within just from the fear of the 'devil' smiling upon them.

Many, if not all, wanted to scream. But alas, not a single sound could escape from their throats. All they could do were to somehow breathe, and sense.

*Step. Step.*

In the pin drop silent atmosphere, the footsteps resounded like raging thunders to their ears. Adrian casually walked through everyone until he reached the centre of camp, right in front of the pavilion. He stepped in, and moments later- he came out with a chair.

He dropped it on the ground before sitting on it. Now, he was in the view of almost everyone.