Chapter 287. A Scream in Northern Sea
This happened Before Tyler Arrived Near the Abyss Passage Crack
Near the gaping spatial crack that pulsed with ominous energy, Maxwell and the sword warrior fought desperately against Lian Fu and the mage. The stench of blood and decay clung to the air, the corpses of their fallen comrades strewn across the battlefield.
The battle raged, but suddenly, a voice cut through the air.
"Stop!!!"
The undead halted their attack, their bodies twitching unnaturally, as if compelled by an unseen force. Maxwell and the sword warrior, panting and bruised, turned toward the source of the voice.
Standing atop a broken stone pillar, his silhouette illuminated by the eerie glow of the abyss crack, was a familiar figure.
"It’s you... Tyler?!" Maxwell’s voice was filled with disbelief. "You’re alive?"
The figure tilted his head, a slow, creeping smile stretching across his face.
"Of course," ’Tyler’ said, his tone oddly casual. "You idiots left me behind—" He paused, then flicked a thumb over his shoulder. "Anyway, this might be ’shocking’ to you guys, but don’t panic." His red eyes gleamed unnaturally as he gestured toward Lian Fu and the mage. "Both of these guys ’might’ be corrupted by the Abyss."
Maxwell’s grip tightened around his staff when he saw red light on Tyler’s eyes.
The sword warrior spat on the ground. "Damn it... You’re the traitor, aren’t you?"