บท 558: The Strongest Drifter

The rift was even more expansive and dreadful than Northern had anticipated—a realization that dawned on him after taking numerous steps forward and covering a significant distance.

As he moved, his ability to sense essence extended ahead, mapping out the area. After a while, Northern suddenly stopped.

A wicked, yet pale grin formed on his face, prompting Ryan to halt and ask, "Is something wrong? You don't look well."

Northern closed his hand over his face and looked up, breathing and smiling heartily.

"Ryan."

"Yes?" answered Ryan, confused, his gaze, still a little bit lifeless.

"I don't think I have the luxury to be conservative about how I handle this rift. It's incredibly dangerous."

Ryan narrowed his eyes suspiciously, not fully understanding what Northern was getting at but replying nonetheless.

"Why would you need to be conservative in a rift in the first place? But I guess you're getting to a point?"