Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 91: 69. Black curved hook

Translator: 549690339

In this Twilight Dream, Noland Lee doesn’t need to catch his breath, nor does he consume physical strength. Even after running for a long time, he doesn’t feel tired.

20 hours pass and he finally arrives at the mountain range beneath the mysterious figure. This journey has far exceeded his expectations. Along the way, he comes across three strange incidents.

First:

The slender object suspending the mysterious figure in the air is not the “rope” he had imagined.

To be precise, it is not wrapped around the mysterious figure’s neck. Instead, it is a pure black hook.

Noland Lee cannot determine its material, but he is certain that the black crescent-shaped hook pierces the figure’s chin, coming out from the top of the skull. The hook has penetrated the mysterious figure’s skull from bottom to top.

All of the figure’s weight is placed on the curved hook, and there is no other place for support.

If the mysterious figure is still alive, they must be suffering immense pain.

And this leads to the second strange incident Noland Lee discovered!

The mysterious figure has no clothing on their body. their muscles are withered, skin dull – the dried, darkening dirty blood spreads like a dark red river across the body from their skull.

The pierced, lower jaw is torn apart, the wound curled back, revealing dark red rotten flesh and clots.

The figure’s face is twisted in pain, with their eyes pale and lifeless, like those of a dead fish.

Despite all this, the mysterious figure is still not dead.

as if trying to

cause the hook to sway, intensifying

thunderous roar echoing in the sky is the

hears approximately 20 of these cries on

the mysterious figure, each cry he hears is more powerful and mournful than

was 50 minutes ago, and another one is due

moment, Noland Lee

stops, hiding behind a rock, his golden figure secured in the

is in response to the

the mysterious figure cries out, a

Lee’s body is a

and wind passing through his body, and feels a weak

ball is very

cries are powerful enough to lift him up and throw him away in

needs to find shelter from the wind before the mysterious figure’s cries

Noland Lee has

time the cries are

figure is directly above

the countdown

down 30 seconds, the

eyes scanning the ground, as if noticing the

suddenly feels the mysterious figure’s gaze—numb with a trace of hope, as

cracked lips open slightly, and

fierce wind blows from high above, and the surrounding trees sway with a rustling sound,

further into the rock crevice, preparing to take off vertically after

amidst the howling winds, he

“Plop! ”