From the information obtained by using the prowess of the wisdom emblem, he believed that there's nothing to fear about the race of the soul-devouring creature.
"Yes, it's race," Deicide replied. Feeling not even a little parched in his throat, he gobbled down a lot of fine-blood-wine like a thirsty desert survivor, as if there's no tomorrow.
"From what I know, the soul-devouring creatures don't like to cooperate. Furthermore, it takes time for them to travel from one place to another. Even if the soul-devouring creature call for help, which it will never do because of greed, the help will arrive after years. And I believe that I will kill it in less than two." Feng said with utmost confidence in himself. He continued, "So, why would you regard its race as a threat?'
