As long as the spirit-type beasts encountered the Rainbow-Colored Glazed Psychedelic Butterfly, they would definitely be tortured to the point of doubting their own lives.
Looking at the scorching sun, water seeped out from the tip of Lugh's nose.
He began to miss Shelley again.
He suddenly remembered his adjutant.
"Lucy!"
"Major, what's the matter?"
"The weather is hot, give me some air-conditioning."
"I'm afraid my Ice Moon Elf won't agree. She..."
Lugh turned around and said, "Then let her come out, I'll talk some sense into her."
"En... That's enough, she's willing."
Seeing that she came out, the Ice Moon Elf was still very sensible.
Lucy was stunned for a second, then she reached out her hand, and a white mist spread out, and Lugh instantly felt cool.
At noon, the battle between Number 4 and Number 6 ended.
