The sharp pain ran across Damon's body, and he groaned as he rolled forward again, but it was too late; the vine wrapped around his body, raising him. Damon's heart shook violently "Is this motherfucking vines trying to give me to the two-headed snake? What the hell is it doing?" He questioned as he started struggling against the vine. He was certain the vine wasn't part of the snake so why was it helping the snake then?Damon continued hitting the vine, moving his body abruptly and trying to use his elongated finger to cut it but nothing was working. The Vine refused to budge and it was tiring, almost putting him at risk. "Ugly thick rope, will you let me go or do I have to cut you into pieces!" Damon's sharp tongue got to work, his frustration had multiplied. With a loud hiss, Damon felt the vine release itself from him, but before he could celebrate his freedom, a sharp kick sent him flying in the air, and soon, his back hit a tree, causing him to fall face-first to the ground,

The knife hit the toad's head mercilessly, and it screeched weakly before its eyes closed, and without doubt, it was dead. Damon stared at it for a while, trying to make sure he wouldn't make any mistake, and when he saw that, other than its blood, nothing else was moving, he decided to move closer to it. "I've got to take whatever I want to take from it now, or I might attract the attention of that snake again," He said to himself as he made his way toward the toad. He bent down in front of the toad, staring at the enormous body while wondering how he was supposed to drink from such an ugly thing. He had a look of disgust on his face and if not for the fact that he had no idea when he might leave the forest and when next he would be able to take blood, he would have preferred to just walk away and never look back at the ugly toad anymore. He continued staring, thinking of ways to take the blood without using his teeth, and that was when his eyes met the large gash on the toad's hea

The trembling of the ground alerted Damon, causing him to jump up. "Could that..." He couldn't complete his words when he started sweating. Without a doubt, he knew the beast coming was way stronger than the Star 3 beasts, and what was scarier was the way his instinct kept warning him to run away. "I wish I could see that beast and determine how strong it is. That would make me more determined to get stronger but whatever, I should live first." Damon did his bag well and started running. He was running as fast as he could but the ground wouldn't stop trembling. He had to stop himself from falling so many times. "Rahhhhhhhhh!!"Damon heard an earth-shaking roar from behind and his eyes twitched. He could sense that the sound was coming from the spot where he had killed the frog beast. Could it be that this powerful beast was related to the frog beast? It father? It mother?He knew he couldn't wait any longer or he would lose his life to the wrath of that beast. "I'm certain it's

Damon waited patiently in the room. His heart was racing as he couldn't help but get excited just by thinking of how his life would change when he started cultivating. He knew he would be able to do it, not only because he was once a Supreme creature but also because he was ready to do anything to get to the peak of cultivation. He was ready to crush his enemies under his feet, and he wouldn't stop until he was able to do that. Damon rubbed his face and yawned. He felt sad somehow as his mind couldn't help but wander back to the forest where his family once lived. He missed them all, and he blamed himself for their death. If only he hadn't come to this world, those people would have lived... so he thought. He was still on that thought when the door opened, and Martins walked in with his three other friends. "We are back," Athos said excitedly as he walked forward and handed a book to Damon. Damon looked at the book intently before collecting it. He stared at it for a while longer.

Damon stood in line with the boys, and after a few minutes, it was his turn. He moved forward and stopped in front of a man who had his lower body covered by the tall fence in front of him. He was inside the building and looking out from a small space which seemed like a window..."Your name?" The man asked coldly. "I'm Marcus," Damon replied. The man looked at him and nodded. "Place your hand here." He ordered as he pushed out something that seemed to be like a dice, but there was no number on it, and it was a lot bigger than a normal dice too. Damon placed his hand on it and stared at the man, waiting for his next words, but the man said nothing. He just stared at the dice for a while and nodded his head. "Fourth Rank Body Strengthening. You have an average talent." He mumbled, shaking his head. "Here, take this." The man finally said after a few minutes as he handed a small badge to Damon. It was the same badge Martins and the rest had. "With this, you are an outer disciple of