Two days were left before D-Day would arrive.
Two days later, it would be thirty days since Iwan had entered the demonic sect.
After these next two days ended, Iwan would have trained under the old demon for twenty-nine days after leaving out the first day where he had rested like a log.
But, at the moment, Iwan wasn't sure if he would even survive for the next two days.
The robe he was wearing was torn from so many places that Iwan looked like he had jumped out of a meat grinder.
"Just how?" Iwan mumbled while lying on the ground and looking at the darkness embedded in the vast sky.
No matter how many times he looked at it, Iwan still couldn't believe there could be such a space inside an enclosed space.
But, admiring the night sky wasn't something that he could do when he had hardly gotten some time to rest.
"Hehe." Cute giggling erupted from the side and caused Iwan to tremble while fearing for his life.