Chapter 1274: The Petty Thief Who Stole the Prize
Collapsed on the ground and already wrapped up tight in the Protective Shield, protected to the max, Sean Patriarch felt a chill sweep over his whole body, that coldness starting from the soles of his feet and shooting straight up to the tip of his heart, to the crown of his head...
Cold.
Very cold.
It was like a polar north wind was howling toward him. The inside of the Protective Shield was clearly warm, but he just couldn’t stop shaking with cold.
I’m dead?
Dead?
The question was: how did I die?
Sean Patriarch racked his brains and still couldn’t figure out how exactly he’d died, how he could die so easily, so casually?
His tournament...
His grand plan...
His path to advancement...
This time, all ruined!