Chapter 986 - Beat You To A Pulp

Meanwhile, Ciara's swift retreat came to a sharp halt, her senses catching onto Rayven's shift in direction.

She gritted her teeth, glaring at the writhing roots closing in on her. Rayven was about to use the Daha Tree's power against her; she could feel it.

She snarled, rage twisting her face as she slashed at the roots, fighting them off with savage fury.

Then, without hesitation, she turned toward the colosseum, her mind racing.

It seemed her carefully arranged deal with Tristan had taken effect just as expected, and she wasn't about to let Rayven sabotage it.

Moments ago in the arena, Clyde's breath hitched.

He'd finally managed to drive Tristan toward the monstrous chimera lurking nearby, one that wasted no time in sinking its fangs deep into Tristan's arm, ripping it off with a sickening crunch.

"Argh!" Tristan let out a scream of pain, but, to Clyde's shock, it morphed into a laugh.