Chapter 962 Where’s the Savior

The old man didn’t stop him. After all, he had lived for so long. His skills were unfathomable, and he always had a few unborn souls doing his bidding.

“Sir, we can’t get into the plaza because there were too many malevolent spirits in it. However, there are people from Mt. Dragon in there,” a black mist that landed in front of the old man reported.

The black mist only had a single blood–red, ominous eye visible which made his presence uneasy.

Tyler Shaw quickened his pace when he heard the mention of ML. Dragon. He was worried that their people would be exposed.

The old man was more cautious than Tyler. He asked in detail, “Who from Mt. Dragon?”

The people who were sent out this time were all skilled in Arcane Way, but none of them returned. This made the old man pay closer attention.

“Sir, someone has set up a barrier in the plaza which made it difficult to get close. We didn’t get to see

clearly.”

The old man instinctively thought of the reclusive genius Mt. Dragon had recruited in recent years. Could he have come down from Mt. Dragon as well?

The old man got up. “They’ve all been captured. What about the Savior?*

replied plainly. “The Savior is not with the group of

from Mt. Dragon.”

of

Cople

with them?” The old man’s brows furrowed. “There is no way

about what happened in Foplya. What he wanted

ascending skills. He could only continuously change

a Savior to constantly provide him with fresh blood. That way, he wouldn’t need to waste resources

The old man’s murky eyes flashed with a venomous glint. “That Savior can only be

the black mist dispersed.

stood in the study. His back was so badly covered with

up did he speak with a voice that penetrated

who had been standing outside answered with a trembling voice as his

962 Where’s

distance, the night grew deeper. It was 10:00 p.m. when Wynter finally stopped

street with Whitley.

wounds are now wrapped up in bandages, and he looked more lively than he was previously. He held a fruit crepe that Wynter had

appeared quite ordinary when he looked down to eat his crepe. Anyone who saw him would simply think he had albinism. No

along her way, but no unborn

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