Although the young wizards still had time to banter, in fact, Absolution had indeed reached the moment of depletion— in every sense.
From amulets to array plates, from the bold hemp for brewing magic potions, to the yellow paper for drawing talismans, from their physical strength to their spirit.
All gone.
Not a single drop left.
The pocket watch in their hand emitted a crisp click.
An astonishing chill surged through the hunting ground again.
The hunting team leader shivered, glanced at the time, exactly three minutes away from midnight.
"Run!"
He shouted loudly.
Turning back, the team members had already sprinted away. Dylan kept his word, running at the forefront, his figure like a wisp of smoke; Xiao Xiao, because of his short stature and short legs, lagged behind—not at the very end, since their captain was still covering for them.
"A bunch of bastards."
