The sharp rain silk pierced through the trees in the Black Forest, covering the earth like a spider web. However, if someone looked in the direction of Trent's figure, he would find that not a single drop of rain could touch Trent's clothes in the torrential rain.
Trent's speed was very fast!
In the blink of an eye, Trent disappeared.
The rainwater on the muddy ground mixed with the fragrance of the grass was splashed by a rush of footsteps.
Wolf King came!
Trent gripped the dagger that exclusively belonged to the Wolf Fang Mercenary and swooped forward, shuttling among the trees constantly like a racing car. Within a few breaths, he had crossed about 300 feet away from the two tanned-skin mercenaries.
So fast!