Something was indeed still alive in the center of the nest, which had been concealed by the mother worm's light mist all this time, eluding even Ian's notice.
At the same time, Patrick had broken free from the White Mist Bishop's Spirit Energy restraint.
The White Mist Bishop had no choice but to abandon the chase after Patrick—the onslaughts from the Aether Crystal Dragon and the mother worm were sweeping across the battlefield, requiring him to suppress the attacks of these two behemoths to prevent the subterranean rock shell from collapsing.
The golden-haired noble wasted no time in complaining, raising his sword to cut open his wrist, allowing dark blood mixed with lightning to flow out.
Humming… Visible arcs of electricity entwined around the blood, soon whirling around Patrick.
"In the end,"
Gazing at the white-haired youth who was already well-prepared in front of him, he murmured softly, "apart from killing you, I no longer have any other choice."
