Chapter 248: Roundtable of the Greedy King
The battle was over in an instant, the gap between seventh order and third order could not be described with words
Damien simply glanced at them, and his will instantly crushed them to pieces
With a few seconds, the war party of Abyssal Headhunters lay dead in the mud, their beetle-shell armor shattered by raw force.
A scene that Damien didn’t linger on too much, after all the noise of battle would attract bigger predators.
Instead he led Isabelle through the dense, fungal undergrowth until they found a natural alcove hidden behind a waterfall of thick, purple sludge.
The viscosity of the liquid blocked the scent of blood and dampened the sound of their breathing.
It was a grim sanctuary, but it was safe.
Isabelle sat on a mossy rock, glancing at Damien, her expression thoughtful.
"Master," she broke the silence. "Back when you wen to the surface and took over lyra’s body"
She hesitated.
"can you do it again? I can’t help but wonder how the others are doing."
Damien hearing this leaned against the damp cave wall, checking his System interface.