Chapitre 95: Rules Of Curses, Commotion

AFAR WITHIN THE Echinemon Race's base, a young-looking man was still savoring the smell of a little girl's feet. Little by little, with it, he had grown stronger. 

Until now, however, he didn't tell his father that he failed to kill all the descendants of other races, one of them the Spirit Race. 

Sniffing the feet of an unconscious little girl, he cursed under his breath, "Damn it! I didn't know that there would be someone that strong there and they seemed to have enmity with the Echinemon Race. I wanted to tell father but he's just going to call me incompetent."

In the Echinemon Race, all of them were usually skeptical, especially his father. If they didn't personally see it, they wouldn't believe anyone without enough proof or evidence. 

If he told them that the guardian in the Valley of Gods made a move against him, bearing some unknown grudge toward their race, his father would definitely investigate it first before believing him.