FVN Chapter 558: The Strongest Drifter
Chapter 558: The Strongest Drifter
Chapter 558: The Strongest Drifter
The rift was even more expansive and dreadful than Northern had anticipated-a realization that dawned on him after taking numerous steps forward and covering a significant distance.
As he moved, his ability to sense essence extended ahead, mapping out the area. After a while, Northern suddenly stopped.
A wicked, yet pale grin formed on his face, prompting Ryan to halt and ask, "Is something wrong? You don't look well."
Northern closed his hand over his face and looked up, breathing and smiling heartily. "Ryan."
"Yes?" answered Ryan, confused, his gaze, still a little bit lifeless.
"I don't think I have the luxury to be conservative about how I handle this rift. It's incredibly dangerous."
Ryan narrowed his eyes suspiciously, not fully understanding what Northern was getting at but replying nonetheless.
"Why would you need to be conservative in a rift in the first place? But I guess you're getting to a point?"
Northern nodded slightly.
"I'm very secretive about my abilities."
Ryan lifted his chin slightly, sizing up Northern's expression with his cold eyes.
"Everyone knows you can summon a monster. You're a summoner who can also fight well with a sword. Perhaps due to your heritage ability?"
Northern raised a brow, not entirely understanding what Ryan was implying. But now wasn't the time for explanations.
"Whatever you all think, I guess. Black Mamba, Night Terror."
Embers of black flames ignited, giving rise to two enigmata of terror.
One was a tall, four-armed figure with four red eyes glowing devilishly; the other, a lithe figure with lean muscles, white lines over its shiny black body, and narrowed eyes gazing intently at its master.
As Night Terror arrived, Ryan frowned a little.
He had made peace with the fact that a monster was now an ally, but the memory of their battle-the final moments-never failed to send shivers down his spine.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
Low-key, he wanted a rematch badly... though he wouldn't admit it.
The two monsters stood in front of Northern as he commanded them.
"Go to Jeci and Lynus, and work things through from their side." Immediately, both vanished.
Ryan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You're sending away your summons. I thought you said you didn't want to be conservative?"
Northern's speed didn't falter; the blue streak of light continued, destroying everything in its
path.
However, hundreds more surged toward him, quickly closing any openings left by the blue
trail.
Ryan frowned thoughtfully.
'What is he even running toward?'
He traced Northern's trajectory with his gaze. His eyes trembled with despair when he saw it.
There was a statue standing over nine feet tall in the center, surrounded by the Rabid Rots. 'He's going for that? Is he crazy?'
Ryan's face broke apart. Why was Northern targeting such a monstrously powerful creature
first?
Wouldn't it be better to gain more essence by killing the smaller ones? Or perhaps they should retreat and study the enemy before launching such a reckless attack.
Ryan was beginning to sweat as he hovered in the sky, steadied by his wings of ice.
Then, in a flash, memories of the Dark Continent flooded his mind.
One stood out: an enormous burst of flame from a Paragon that he was sure his ice couldn't
withstand, yet somehow, Northern emerged unscathed.
He exhaled helplessly.
"What am I even stressing for? He's the strongest drifter."
Just as he muttered, a terrible tremor suddenly shook the ground violently, making the sky
appear as if it were tumbling for a moment.
A foreboding feeling overwhelmed Ryan, like something dangerous was approaching- something that could extinguish the flames of his soul with a single, effortless blow.
Then it happened.
With a reverberating sound, like sky being ripped apart by hands of thunder, from the center
-where the statue-like monster stood amid the flood of Rabid Rots-
A forest of black lances emerged.