Chapter 555: Hurry to the Back Mountain

These black-clad guards from the Merrie family fought like cornered wolves, but they were nothing in front of the Drought Demon and Tristan Wokey. Bang, bang, bang! In no time at all, half of them lay dead at Tristan's feet. Harris, the Noxus Covenant Archbishop, watched his men drop one after another. Rage ripped out of his throat. He launched himself straight at the Drought Demon. Thud. A heavy palm strike slammed into the giant's back. The Drought Demon staggered a single step, then steadied...