In the face of such intense overwhelming pressure, Emery could hear his entire body, his bones, starting to crack. Instinctively, he activated his transformation ability, turning into his Twilight Wolf form.
The frown on his face lessened as he could feel the burden he was under became lighter. Even so, withstanding the pressure was still an agonizing sensation.
Howwlll!!
Since his [Twilight Transformation] bestowed magic resistance, Emery was able to withstand some of the brunt of the dark elf grand magus' spirit attacks. However, as soon as the other party saw him transform, the attack stopped.
"Oh.. it's not an insect…but a dog instead.. Still…" The dark elf grand magus made a little gesture ordering his men, "We should just kill the dog and the master shall come."
Seeing one of the dark elf magus draw his weapon at those words, Emery realized that he had to resort to something more effective in order to get what he wanted.
