The orb was heading toward Felix, intent on tearing him apart. The wind rings were moving at tremendous speed, they would have been enough to touch Felix to inflict terrible wounds on him.
'Three Dragons...? Every one of them is on the God Stage! No way! There's no way I can handle them! Felix inwardly exclaimed as he took a step back.
'Fear not... Have you forgotten that you have just wounded the Nameless King himself several times? He may not be at the peak of his powers now, but he's still Nameless King, compared to him, these three are real wimps...' The voice echoed in Felix's head as it became less and less interrupted.
Felix gulped before extending his arm forward. He was scared as his legs trembled slightly, but he knew that the Voice from the darkness was right.
