Chapter 437: Half a Creator (2800 plus)

Bang! Bang!

At the edge of the dried-up lake, the cobalt blue mist dissipated rapidly.

Aaron's eyes burst open like lightbulbs, leaving behind two terrifying bloody holes.

But he didn't care, wiping it with his hand, the flesh regenerated quickly, and everything returned to normal.

"Motula really is seeking death... I've only seen a piece of the historical shadow and suffered contamination. It must have been damaged even more by watching the battle directly..."

"Not only that, its injury exposed the location of this secret realm directly, allowing the 'Secret Keeper' to find it, and completely annihilating both it and the ancient Mongolian giant race?"

In fact, Aaron somewhat understood Motula's mentality.

As an Extraordinary one in the pathway of Secret History, he naturally had an unrelenting pursuit of various hidden histories.

Wanting to collect this piece of 'history' was also due to collection mania, something that couldn't be helped.