Chapter 38 Dustin, Come Out! (1/2)

The Snow Wolves came towards Lewis from directions, low growls rumbling ferociously. Lewis felt a wave of ultimate despair come over him. He was completely immobilized. Knowing that surviving that was impossible, he lay there, making no efforts to resist them. Maybe, he had known all along that he would be doomed to death when Ricky killed Luther.

Up on the cliff, the three young men at the seventh grade of Skin Refinement stared at this gruesome sight without a trace of sympathy. They even felt that this was not enough to calm their hatred for Lewis.

”This bastard is lucky that he's going to be devoured by Snow Wolves! We let him off lightly this time!” one of the young men sneered.

”We don't really have a choice! It's not easy to catch those especially fierce beasts like the serpents in this snow mountain! Otherwise, it would be a hell of a battle! Ha-ha!”

”Go to hell!” a tremendous roar echoed throughout the valley, as if a ferocious tiger had become consumed with anger.

As the roaring sound reverberated near them, one of the young men's chests was suddenly smashed by a powerful fist. All of his organs exploded out of his body. In a split second, he was nothing more than blood and pulp.

He died before even finding out who had killed him with this tremendous blow, his body falling off the cliff.

”Who's there?!” The other two young men said nervously. They were on the alert at once, the power within their bodies ready to fight within an instant.

But it was too late for them to fight. They spun around, only to see two flames whizzing to their necks. They were decapitated in a fleeting moment, two heads rolling down the cliff, joining the corpse of the first young man.

After killing them in a flash, Ricky rushed down the valley as quickly as he could. With his sword surrounded by flaming red energy, he threw himself directly at the fearsome Snow Wolves.

These Snow Wolves were no better than warriors at the eighth grade of Skin Refinement. They were no match for Ricky, especially now when he was filled with blinding rage. After several moments, the valley ran red with their blood.

”Ri…Ricky, why are you here?” Lewis said in astonishment. He lay on the ground, struggling to raise himself up with ebbing strength.

”Don't say anything. Let's go back home first!” Ricky said, his eyes filled with tears at the sight of his friend.

It had become clear to him that Lewis must have taken all the responsibility of Luther's death. Other