"Goddammit, stop rushing me!" Connoris snapped at Lin Li. Actually, the ancient deity would have sensed the urgency of the situation without Lin Li saying anything. But, what could he do? He was not an ancient deity anymore. In fact, he was just a pathetic soul that had been sealed by Osric…
"I don't want to rush you…" Lin Li smiled helplessly as he stood on the back of the Humerus Wyrm. "But, I can only urge you on… Hey, almighty Soul Trader, can you do something about this? How could you not have a way to weaken the powers of the Lord of Darkness? What about your spells that are written in the ancient Demon Language? You can just recite any of them. I just need your help to weaken the Lord of Darkness by a little, and I would be able to create the illusion of both parties suffering a great injury…"
