"I had made a breakthrough," I replied, and the expressions of all three couldn't help, but change immediately.
"It is joking, right?" asked the Weaselman. "Of course, it is joking. The corrupted environment is extremely unsuited for the breakthrough,"
"Even we couldn't make the breakthrough in a place like this, much less this native," replied Deerman.
The Golden Fire Werewolf didn't say anything and just kept looking at me.
They are not the only ones who are having a problem believing it. Even I couldn't believe I had actually succeeded.
My breakthrough formation was really amazing. It had completely isolated me from the corruption; that not even a speck of it had entered inside me during the breakthrough.
"True or not; this bastard wasted our time, and we will take a great pleasure in killing it," said the Golden Fire Werewolf finally, and a powerful bloodline aura blasted off its body.
