Drakon of the Seven Armies

Chapter 802

It was in the middle of the night. In the southern region of the Everest mountains was an old-growth forest spanning a radius of 30 miles. A massive mountain pass lay in the middle of the forest, surrounded by mountains.

Twinkling lights embellished the mountain pass that was approximately six miles long. The lights were in the mountain depression, at the mountainside, and on the mountain foot.

At a closer look, those were buildings scattered around the mountain pass with occasional silhouettes darting between them.

The legendary Everest Sect.

Because of the geographical characteristics and the mountain range, the magnetic field protected this area from the detection of satellites and drones.

In a hall in one of the buildings, an elderly man in a black cloak, Marco Giverny, stood beneath the light. He stared solemnly at Earl and the others who were kneeling before him.

Earl slept half of the day away after taking his medications. His wounds had hardly recovered, but he knew Tobia