637 Inevitable death upon touch!

All of a sudden, a muffled groan drifted into Sheyan’s ears; knocking him from pensive contemplation to reality.

Sheyan spun around quickly and immediately realized not a single soul remained where Mbenga had been. It had merely been a few seconds since he heard a groan, yet Mbenga had utterly vanished from his sight.

To his astonishment, Sheyan instantly rushed towards the source of that groaning. Repeated swaying could be seen within the shrubs, as a clear trace of forceful treading could be seen. Sheyan hastily pursued in fear that he would lose track of his opponent if he was just half a step slower.

After leaping over a dishevelled heap of rocks, Sheyan immediately sighted a Licker who was pinning Mbenga to the floor.

With his wooden pike horizontally raised above him, he attempted to defy the Licker’s assault in incomparably pathetic fashion.

"Slither slither"! Instead, the Licker’s tongue slithered out of its mouth as it viciously whipped down like a scorpion sting!