No 1 Supreme Warrior

Samson stood behind Jack and mumbled, “This is so strange. Before, we’d find a fiend every one to three kilometers, and we’d even encounter two or three of them. Yet, ever since that withered tree, we haven’t met a single fiend… All we saw were remnants of that battle.”

Jack stood up and looked around him. Just from the traces of that battle, he was unable to determine if the ones who fought were disciples from their side or those from the south.

With that in mind, he could not resist unleashing his senses, expanding it to 300 meters. At that moment, he felt a familiar feeling coming from a withered tree root about 250 meters away.

His breaths grew short in anxiousness. “It’s the electric mark from Evil Blood Thunder again!”

the other 24 participants paused and gazed at Jack expectantly. Jack did not bother waiting for them to say anything, however, and started

world, other than the most common hills and

fragile-looking withered trees had already been dead for an unknown number of years. They stood there as if they would fall at any moment, and yet also looked like they would stand there, unchanging for eternity. Every few

tree and knelt, expanding his senses again. At that moment, he felt the senses of the others unleashed as well. 25 senses conversed in the same area

there!”

these marks? This is no doubt the electric remnant of the Evil

that’s for sure. He might’ve

wouldn’t be left with just only twenty-five of us. Once we get out of

everyone grew more and more emotional, and Jack

though those people were among the top talent -wise and skill-wise within their own clans, their brains

think deeply at