Chapter 480 Parting Ways

• As Garrett was the Shadow’s personal disciple, his status in the Nine Mystics Battle Corps was sky-high. So when he spoke, it was an order—no debate.
• Watching the helicopter vanish into the blue, Garrett yanked a cold iron dagger—still slick with blood—from the giant crocodile’s eye, then sprinted straight into the primal forest.
• If he didn’t personally take the heads of those three, he’d feel he’d failed Archibald.