Life After Prison

Zia Gahrr, one of the elders who were escorting Sian, realized that someone was using their divine senses to observe them because he felt his hair stand on end.

As a level two paragon, Zia became alert as soon as he sensed that something was amiss. He then immediately channeled his attainment into his voice and yelled toward the sky beyond the valley.

He then ascended into the sky, with his figure piercing the toxic mist as his hands radiated a spiritual light.

The next moment, he extended his hand in Severin’s direction and curled his fingers into a claw. A piercing sound echoed as his hand tore the surrounding space into pieces, unleashing a torrent of elemental energy that dispelled the toxic mist.

The rest of the Gahrrs swiftly regrouped while battling the humanoid snake in the valley. The remaining paragon-level elders targeted the creature, inflicting severe injuries before returning to Sian and adopting a defensive posture. At the same time, they unleashed their divine senses to monitor the situation all around.

Zia’s indiscriminate use of combat techniques left Severin with no choice but to make his move too. He raised his hand, and slashed the enormous hand with his sharp sword energy.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

There was no point in concealing his presence after his retaliation, so he slowly descending from above and positioned himself above the valley.

Severin looked at the vigilant Zia and said emotionlessly, “That was uncalled for! I didn’t think the Gahrrs would be so aggressive as to attack me simply for passing by.”

Zia did not know who Severin was, and he frowned when he realized that he could not sense Severin’s attainment. Such a situation usually indicated that the other party was proficient in hiding their spiritual energy, or that they had a much higher level of attainment. Either way, Zia had no interest in escalating the situation.

Their primary mission, after all, was to continue onward to the deep reaches of the Fierce Beast Mountain. Further battle might disturb dormant paragon-level beasts, and might perhaps attract the attention of beasts on the level royal paragons.

When Severin told them that he was just a passing practitioner, Zia was prepared to let him go when a murderous scream rang in his ears. “Severin! It’s you!”

Sian wore a gloomy expression and casted a chilling stare at Severin.

He never expected to encounter his enemy in the Fierce Beast Mountain, of all places. He was immediately reminded of his tragic defeat in the Artic Heights, prompting him to grit his teeth and yell Severin’s name in the coldest and most murderous of tones.

Had he the power to kill a person with his gaze, Severin would have died several times over already.

Severin faced Sian’s sharp gaze and responded calmly, “Oh, it’s you. Mind sharing why you’re all here at the Fierce Beast Mountain?”