As he flew ahead of his group, Minos carried in his sword and body the will of more than a millennium of hard cultivation, wars, and every difficult moment he had ever had in his life.
Faced with a peak creature of level 120, without his Flashdrain parasite to support him, he nevertheless took the lead, shouting encouragingly to his companions. Flapping his wings towards the white worm, his golden wings shone with the ambient light rays as the Divine Sword took its shape.
Followed by his Supreme level group mates, Minos was the first to attack, wielding his giant golden sword while his eyes glowed in a blinding light, with an hourglass appearing behind his body.
Feeling a vortex of blades forming around it, the white worm turned its gaze towards Minos, followed by an "oh" sound echoing from its head. At that moment, it realized that the one behind the necromantic power that had caught its attention was not the most interesting one in this place.
