Fierce Shark Demon

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

-Nineteenth zone, nineteenth zone, where the Hell is the nineteenth zone?-

The whole place was a vast expanse of whiteness because of the mist, and Mo Fan couldn't find the right direction. He never stopped cursing under his breath.

The Swift Star Wolf was a terrestrial creature. His fur was soaking wet from the moisture, looking like a drowning dog. It felt like the creature had lost his dignity as a wolf after losing his handsome fur. He was low-spirited, and the raw briney smell was hindering his nose, too.

"Hey, buddy, is this the right way to the nineteenth zone?" Mo Fan quickly ran forward and asked when he saw a person standing on a roof.

Only a weirdo like Mo Fan would ask for directions in the middle of a battle.

The man turned around and spoke with a deep voice. Mo Fan could not tell what language it was.