Chapitre 305: Accuracy

Adam and the rest of the Magi rode atop magical beasts as they dashed through the dense jungles of the Murky Mountains. Their forms silhouetted against the dim light filtering through the dense canopy overhead.

The forest around them was alive with the sound of the leaves rustling, branches creaking, and the occasional growls of ferocious beasts hiding in the distance.

Sinister shadows danced between the trees, bringing a sense of foreboding as the group continued to traverse the damp and uneven terrain.

"Hehe," Balron chuckled lightly. "This is the advantage of moving with a large group of familiars."

Durgin nodded in agreement. "At the very least, those individual corrupted beasts won't dare to come near us."

Even though the majority of the Rank 1 beasts had been corrupted by the orcs, they were still afraid of death. Thus, they wouldn't do something that would guarantee their demise.