Chương 965: The Sapphire Heaven of Yog

Arad slowly climbed the hill and onto the paved dirt road. The old road stubbornly stuck to the hill's side, threatening to slide away with the slightest push. Arad's legs sank into the soft dirt as he walked alongside the road, his eyes looking for anything to mend his wounds.

Blood dripped across his still massive torso, falling into the dried dirt. With each step, the blood loss grew stronger until he fell, unconscious in a mud pool of his blood.

As Lilia said, he has no hope of surviving in this world if he doesn't master the threads of magic. But with such a heavy injury, he had no chance to even cast a single spell.

After a while, Arad opened his eyes, feeling a sharp piercing pain in his chest. He growled, trying to stand up but a hand pushed him down. "Jimmy! Hold him down!" A girl wearing a white cleric room cried blood covering her arms and chest.