Chapter 539: The Storm Had Arrived

Dante Easton left Angela Rickett's little residence and immediately cut toward the western side. He had not even gone half a mile before something felt wrong. The air itself carried a taut, uneasy pressure. In the distance, firelight flickered. Faint shouts and hurried footsteps drifted over on the wind. *I've been spotted?* Dante's gaze sharpened. He slipped behind a jagged ornamental rock and held his breath. A squad of Cloude Temple disciples rushed past. The man in front radiated a fierce...