487 Withering World Tree

A shadow was swiftly flickering through the lush forest.

Its short body was moving quickly along while still remaining obscured by the foliage.

It was early morning in the North. The sun had just risen and there was still some dew left on the trees in the Supreme Jungle.

The Shadow passed over the dew but didn't leave any traces.

It seemed as if it was out of this world.

It was proudly observing the surroundings as it scurried around. Those were important pieces of information, and after returning, it was bound to receive a reward.

That group of wretched Druids definitely didn't think that a Devil would be able to infiltrate their half-opened Sanctuary.

Thinking of that, its pride intensified.

But suddenly, a forceful hand grabbed its vital part!

It tried to flee using its superior speed, but the other side seemed to know its abilities and firmly held onto it, making it unable to escape.