Life After Prison

The process required much spiritual energy. Severin’s energy center was looking duller than before. He quickly took out two alchemical pills from his spatial ring and ate them.

The alchemical pill melted into water and flushed into every corner of his body to give him the energy he needed. Finally, the spiritual energy in his energy center started to flood along blood in his veins to create more power.

Meanwhile, Severin took the time to practice. Half an hour later, his body had completely absorbed the medicine and his practice came to a stop too.

His power was as strong as the mountain. A layer of white fog surrounded his body. When he breathed in fresh air, he also breathed in the white fog. Then, he opened his eyes. Now, he felt energetic and spirited. His body was full of power. He knew it was time for him to leave the mountain.

What a great day it was for him. In addition to finding the spiritual flame, he also found the Chaotic Evil Practitioner’s Arm, the Wicked Spell, and the Transportation Slip. Any of the treasures would bring in an enormous amount of wealth for him.

There was no reason for him to stay in the mountain anymore. In fact, his presence in the mountain could attract the attention of the beast or king of beast. Then that would bring trouble to him.

Besides, he presumed the Gahrrs had already found out that Sian and the others who came to the mountain were dead by now.

He would be in great danger if he continued to stay here any longer while the Gahrrs made their way over here to find out the truth.

He went back the way he came to leave the ruin and into the valley.

Just shortly after he was in the valley, he sensed a fierce and sharp divine sense had targeted him. He was shocked with it. Without any hesitation, he quickly summoned the Darkgold Bell.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

As the Darkgold Bell hovered above his head, he quickly used it to form a shield.

A sharp ray attacked him from behind. It was so fast that there was a whistling sound.

Severin heard the sound and the sound sent chills up his spine. ‘Oh, no! There is danger!’ he thought.’

Without any hesitation, he took a step and rolled in the air to avoid the attack. A second later, a long spear came flying over where he was before and finally pierced into the ground.

Then Severin heard a voice.

“Haha! I found you!”

A man in a black robe with the word ‘Gahrr’ in front appeared. He was a level three paragon, roughly around his forties, and a plump guy. Quinton Gahrr was his name, the Ninth Elder of the Gahrrs. He was in charge of this area.

When he was searching around the valley, he found Severin’s trace and headed over here without wasting any time.