Chapter 313 Divine Spirit_2

The ghost crocodile in front of him had only one ghostly face on its back, indicating it was just a juvenile, likely fresh from the embrace of its parents. Nonetheless, Arthur felt no joy in his heart; he knew that even a juvenile ghost crocodile was beyond his ability to defeat.

"I never imagined Arthur would die here, consumed by a ghost crocodile, my soul unable to rest—an absurd jest indeed," Arthur murmured disheartenedly.

He used to hold his ambitions as high as the heavens, always feeling that he was the protagonist of this world. Born as the heir to a territory, he advanced his training rapidly, quickly leaving everyone behind.