The shadow flickered between human form, beast form, and various other shapes, including the Dragon Whale and other members of the Sea Clan.
These were the souls of all the enemies Neola had killed over the years, and the reason he had remained at large until now: he could use his own abilities to perfectly simulate the powers and strengths of any enemy he killed.
Although he was only of Rank 4, if he killed a Fifth Level powerhouse, he could perfectly simulate the entirety of that Fifth Level powerhouse's strength and abilities; combined with his own powers, challenging beyond one's rank was not a dream.
Unfortunately, his carefree days had come to an end, and, pursued by the full force of the Sea King Empire, he was finally cornered here.
"Neola, you have failed!"
An ancient voice resounded out of nowhere.
"Shut up!"
A neurotic voice murmured incessantly:
"No, I haven't failed, time will prove everything..."
The ancient voice spoke again:
