Chapter 897 Storm


    The sound of the impact rippled through the mist, drawing more beasts.


    They came in droves, rushing toward him.


    But Atticus didn''t move from his position.


    He stayed rooted, his arms a blur, striking down every beast that dared to approach.


    The bodies piled higher.


    But Atticus stood tall. Silent. Unyielding.


    In an instant, the death toll entered into the thousands.


    Despite his relentless actions, his mind never once stopped working. From the very beginning, ever since his guide had provided information about the mist, Atticus had found the entire situation odd.


    The katana was forcing him into a specific scenario. This whole trial felt orchestrated, as though there were preordained rules and situations that every challenger would inevitably face.


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