Chapter 1177: A Bunch of Useless Demigods!

As he watched Blackie's retreating figure, the Southern Marshal felt another flicker of doubt. "Strange. Hadn't Blackie already learned to walk through the void? Why was he still traveling on foot?" "And if the city lord was in such grave danger, why would he send Blackie, such a powerful helper, away?" Question after question rose in the Southern Marshal's mind. When Boreas Sharp had said the situation was urgent, he had never stopped to examine the logic behind it. Looking back, he realized...