Chapitre 183: Scythe

Looking at the swarm of monsters and the battle raging down below, many individuals would have called this scene chaotic and truly it was, but the only thing Atticus could see was the perfect reason to let go.

Atticus form tore through the atmosphere, his figure hurtling through space.

Unlike every other time, Atticus had always made sure to land gently on the ground any time he was falling from a high place, but this time around, his landing was anything but gentle.

His form plummeted from the skies, crashing onto the center of the earthen hill like a meteor's impact.

BOOOM!!!

The earth quaked. Every single one of the youths who were initially engaged in battle almost lost their balance as the earthen platform trembled with uncontrolled intensity.

Hundreds of beasts who were dashing up the hill to get to the top all lost their footing, tumbling and creating an avalanche of falling creatures.