Chapter 1304

Even if Wyatt chose not to kill him, Rayan was done for. Burning through his tribe's secret arts and sacrificing every single scale on his body had pushed him past the point of no return. It was practically a slow suicide. Add to that his severe injuries and the grueling escape across thousands of miles—his body was on the verge of complete collapse. Nearby, Zarian lay sprawled on the ground, its tongue lolling out and foam dribbling from its mouth. Its legs twitched from exhaustion, looking like it might pass out any second. Meanwhile, Wyatt stood tall, his breathing steady, his eyes sharp, and his presence unshaken. He hadn't broken a sweat the entire chase, riding Zarian the whole way. His energy was nearly boundless. "Damn it, Wyatt!" Rayan spat blood as he slumped against a tree. "You're like a dog with a bone. Three thousand damn miles! Who the hell chases someone that far?" Wyatt took a slow step forward, his expression hard as stone. His eyes gleamed with an unrelenting