Chapter 67: Duvara’s Mistake

"Shit! Shit! Shit! This is messed up!" A middle-aged man with reddened eyes rushed through a canyon, having transformed into a Shock Lizard. His serpentine lower half paddled through the water, allowing him to move quickly.

He was accompanied by seven other people. They had all transformed into a Shock Lizard, moving through the waters in an octagonal formation, their actions in unison.

In the centre of the formation was a box, sealed tight to ensure none of Prana, aura, sound, scent, etc. would leak out. There was a nozzle on one side, covered by a piece of porous bone, a Spirit Weapon whose entire job was to ensure circulation of air while filtering out the presence of the entity within.

The eight cultivators desperately rushed through the canyon, intending to survive. But their eyes said otherwise.

Anger! Sadness! Sense of Doom! And Disappointed in Themselves!