65 Ghost Dragon-7

The torrential rain came down harder and harder. It was as if all the rain in the entirety of the Heaven’s Origin Sector had concentrated overhead of Devil Flood Dragon Island, trying to smash this island of Demon Beasts completely into the ocean depths.

In the midst of the raging storm and torrential rain, a strange darkness began to flourish.

“*Pant *Pant. *Pant *Pant!”

A Blue Team competitor stumbled as he rushed into a narrow cave. He was kneeling on the ground, no longer capable of supporting himself. Then, he fell flat on his face. His face was deathly pale, lacking even an ounce of blood. His entire body was shuddering as if he was cramping.

An hour ago, he was being chased by three Red Team competitors. Fortunately, the torrential rain obscured the vision of these enemies, so he was luckily able to escape their encirclement.

However, the Red Team competitors were increasing in number. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to last.