Chapter 717

“Huff… haah… this the place?”

The ragged young man braced his hands on his knees, gasping for air.

He stood in the middle of an abandoned Phantom Hounds outpost. Rusted barbed wire groaned in the night wind, and on his still-youthful face, a scar running from the corner of his right eye down to his mouth stood out sharply in the moonlight.