Chapter 118 Werewolves.
An ominous ripple pulsating around the place. A black wind howled, hurling shockwaves that sent chills down everyone’s spine.
At the centre of the chaotic phenomenon floated something hidden in plain sight, beneath the glaring sun.
Jin stepped forward to block the incoming winds, shielding Lucya behind him. With a pale face, Lucya reached out to her own throat, feeling suffocated by the oppressive might of the mud.
*Thump!
A loud heartbeat reverberated across the vast space. The ground beneath him trembled as the beat quickened.
Thump, thump, the beat kept getting louder before a massive black magic circle spread until it covered all the sky.
The black mud was as big as a human head, then expanded into a giant ball, spilling black liquid onto the ground.
As soon as that liquid touched the ground, the plant wilted, and the soil turned barren and cracked, as if the liquid had sucked the life out of nature itself.
’What the hell is happening?’. Jin gritted his teeth and lifted his gaze to see that the black mud began to convulse.
Its round shape deformed, wriggling as if something was trying to break free.
Then, a sharp metallic sound ripped apart a cloth, shrieking across the dungeon’s fifth floor.