The Third Item
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Outside the camp, Fang Heng looked up at the sky.
In the distance, two small dark figures were rapidly approaching the headquarters of the Revolution Society.
In just over two hours, Narlyev had been fleeing with the Jealousy demonic seed, pursued relentlessly by the conservatives.
He had managed to hold out until now.
Victory was within reach!
A glimmer of excitement appeared in Narlyev's eyes.
"Lord of the demonic seed, ahead is the gathering place I've established. I set up the hell magic array you left behind there. Once we get there, we will—"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!
Before he could finish speaking, several elemental cannons fired from behind them, slamming into the barrier they had formed.
The defensive barrier shattered with a deafening boom!
Both of them were immediately struck hard, their bodies destabilized in mid-air.
"Boom!!!"