The space in front of Adam started to saturate and distort as the portal to the Spirit World slowly mended itself back. The youth glanced with hopeful eyes as the small, shadowy figure jumped inside the portal and left.

After the portal closed and everything returned to normal, Adam couldn't help but sigh. He lowered his head and muttered under his breath, "I hope it won't be too late."

The following moment, his eyes narrowed and a cold glint flashed in them. He turned his head toward the cave entrance. He could hear the familiar voice of Kevin and a few other people he didn't know.

"It's about time I finish this."

He turned to look at Ennea peacefully sleeping beside him. He stretched his hand to wake her up but paused midway. He hesitated for a brief moment before retracting his hand.

Little Ennea You rest while I go take care of the pests. It won't take long.

The youth slowly got to his feet while supporting himself against the cave wall. His countenance twisted in pain as he desperately endured the headache.

Just as he got up, his nose started to bleed. He wiped it with his hand and sniffed hard. Then, he slowly made his way toward the cave entrance, his face filled with ruthless determination.

A few dozen meters away from the cave entrance, a group of four Magi stood with extreme vigilance. As Adam had speculated, they were indeed from the Gracie Family.

The one leading them was none other than Kevin Gracie.

He was currently crouching before a large bowl filled with a strange silver liquid. There was also a blood-stained arrow floating on the surface of the bowl, its arrowhead pointing toward the cave entrance.

"Heh, finally found you," Kevin flashed an evil grin.

This arrow had been with him since he'd returned from the Soaring River Secret Plane. This arrow, at one point, had been used by a female elf to injure Adam and had his blood on it.

Kevin had used the same arrow to divine the youth's location within the secret plane. Now, he had done it again.

"Young Master, we shouldn't stay here for long," Hyatt spoke with slight nervousness. "I had noticed quite a few magical beasts prowling in the distance."

Kevin glanced at the middle-aged man with narrowed eyes. However, this time he didn't berate him.

He knew that the man was right.

They had come too far into the depths of the Murky Mountains. Moreover, they had also lost half the men in their group.

Thinking back to the herd of Rock Bisons whom they had managed to narrowly avoid, his back was drenched in cold sweat.

However, when he glanced at the cave entrance and envisioned the injured Adam licking his wounds inside, he felt that it was all worth it.

On his way here, he had seen plenty of remnants of battle where a Magus had been present. So he was very certain in his speculations that Adam had been involved in a battle and had been grievously injured as a result.

Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense for him to hole up in this cave.

"Don't worry, Hyatt." Kevin got to his feet after he threw the liquid inside the bowl and kept it and the arrow back inside his space-type storage ring. "Once we're done with Adam, we'll retreat."

Hyatt deeply glanced at the young man. In the end, he lowered his head and respectfully replied, "I will assist you to the best of my capabilities."

"So will we!" The other two Magi also deferentially stated.

"Good!" Kevin's lips curled up into a malicious smile. "That's what I like to hear. But don't give him an easy death. I want him to suffer"

But the next words got stuck in his throat when he heard the sound of footsteps coming from inside the cave.

He hurriedly turned his gaze toward the cave entrance as he subconsciously took a step back, his body trembling in fear.

The rest of the Magi also watched with bated breaths. The Magus they had been chasing for almost a week now would finally show himself.

A few moments later, a lone figure walked out of the cave.

The young man stood barefoot at the cave's entrance. He wore tattered, loose, black pants and his upper body was bare, displaying his chiseled, muscular physique. Scars, big and small, riddled his blood-stained body.

When the Magi of the Gracie family glanced at the long and deep scar running diagonally across his torso, their pupils constricted and only one thought echoed in their minds.

How did he survive that injury?!

Adam crossed his arms and coldly glanced at the enemies in front of him. Although he was severely injured, he would never show it to them. He had to put up a strong, intimidating front.

He raised his chin and arrogantly spoke to the group, "Just the four of you?"

Kevin was so frightened of Adam's dreadful appearance that he couldn't even muster the courage to speak.

Seeing this, Hyatt stepped forward and angrily roared at Adam, "You dare look down on us, you filthy bastard?! You already have one foot in the grave!"

He then glanced at his subordinates beside him and spoke loudly, "Don't be fooled by his false bravado. He's just one man! There is absolutely nothing to fear!"

Hyatt then turned back around to glance at Adam.

Then

His eyes widened.

All he saw was a scar-filled hand clenched into a fist enlarging in his vision.

Hand of Doom: One Hit!

SPLURT!

Hyatt's upper body was instantly obliterated, blood and pieces of innards splattering all around.

Everything had happened so quickly that Kevin and the other two Magi were momentarily frozen. And then, unprecedented fear gripped their heart when they laid eyes on Adam, who was now standing infront of them.

Hyatt's blood had drenched the raven-haired youth from head to toe. He looked at Kevin and the other two Magi one by one.

Seeing the fear in their eyes, his lips curled up into a devilish grin.

Despite enduring the soul-rending pain assualting his mind, his momentum was through the roof, heavily weighing down on his enemies.

He took a step forward as he began his slaughter.

"Come.

"Let me devour your souls."