Oliver's face went pale as a look of despair flashed in his eyes.
"Shit! Shit! It's actually a rank 2 divine beast. How could this happen? I scanned the records, and it assured me that there was only a rank 1 divine beast here. A rank 2 divine beast should only appear at the top of the mountain!"
Oliver felt endless despair.
Don't look at the difference of one rank and underestimate it; for the normal man, the difference between rank 1 and rank 2 was like the difference between gods and mortals, completely insurmountable.
Oliver was scared, but if it was just facing a rank 2 divine beast, he could still grit his teeth and face his death like a man.
What truly made him despair was not the death of himself, but instead the death of the two friends he had brought along with him.
He was neither as talented nor as skilled as them, but he thought that with his cleverness and planning, he could help them advance their strength.
