The Return Of God Of War

Chapter 4015 Ancient Formation

One thing was for sure—Sylvan’s acting skills were top-notch, and not even Levi had noticed anything amiss. Of course, the main point was that his explanation was sensible and aligned with what Levi wanted to hear.

“Ladies, please come along!” Sylvan exclaimed before a sudden roar nearly made him jump out of his skin. Upon turning around, he came face to face with an angry Thunder Qilin, nostrils spouting flames as though it was trying to ask, “Why aren’t you inviting me along?”

“Ah, I’ve specially prepared a delicious spread for you, Thunder Qilin. I just haven’t had a chance to mention it yet,” Sylvan hastily explained.

Oh, gosh. I’ve witnessed Thunder Qilin’s terrifying combat prowess for myself, and not even I can measure up to it. If I angered this King class spirit beast, it might just go on a rampage and wipe out Lightspring!

Thunder Qilin immediately howled in delight as though it had emerged victorious from a hard-fought battle. Levi, however, couldn’t help but smirk. My, my. From the looks of it, Thunder Qilin seems to have given up on appearing all majestic in front of humans.

With that, Levi, Larissa, Cheriette, and Thunder Qilin set out for their destination in Sylvan’s cloudship. After about an hour, the cloudship slowly descended in Lightspring.

“We’ve arrived, Mr. Garrison!” Sylvan said smilingly. As he laid eyes on the dilapidated building in front of them, Levi couldn’t help but frown. “Mr. Webber, is this some kind of joke?”

a prank on you! Please be patient. You’ll understand in a moment.” The next

me, Mr. Garrison!” he uttered politely. Despite feeling perplexed, Levi

their surroundings changed entirely. The area in front of them had been transformed into a beautiful vintage courtyard with pavilions, statues, and a

complemented each other perfectly while gentle harp

note had a cleansing effect

Clang!

closed on its own, and by the time Levi turned to look at it, it had vanished

an ancient

to set this formation up. We call this the

as he silently

does befit its name. The clouds of swirling mist

me, Mr. Garrison. I’ve already prepared