Regret! Too late!

When Musk practiced in seclusion at the cliff, the snow had already reached its highest state and even the top ten individuals on the third floor of the prison had to take it seriously.

Only the strongest individual on the third floor was having it easy, he just sat where he was like Musk ignoring the snowflakes.

Ever since Musk created the earth overturning heaven print he had no interest in using it yet. He was planing to keep it as a secret for when the conditions allowed it, but suddenly turning his eyes to another direction, he felt a vague sense of crisis.

It did not matter how small the sense of crisis was, it was still there as such something in his head kept urging him to try out the skill.

He also found it hard to supress this feeling, and concerntrated his gaze in the distance.

Several miles away from the cliff Musk was retreating, a woman and a burly man stood together.