Ultimate Light Threads

Further up in the river, in a tight corner where both sides of the riverbank were piled high with large rocks.

"Come out. I have already sensed the existence of the key. You can’t hide."

Above the river, Grant hovered around with six pairs of radiant light wings on his back. His gaze panned the surface of the river. His tone bore a slight rage, which echoed loudly in the narrow river valley.

However, the quiet river valley gave no response.

"Still hiding, huh..."

Grant let out a cold snort and suddenly, pointed behind him. Instantly, a light spear shot out from within the rivers. At the same time, a figure was dragged out of the river with the light spear penetrating clean through its body.

However, once Grant caught a sight of the figure, he couldn’t control his rage.

— It was a scarecrow with a weird face drawn onto it. The smile on its face was brimming to the point of sarcasm. The pair of eyes narrowed into a boorish angle, squinting to the left.