Sclinger noncommittally shrugged his shoulders, gently shook the lantern in his hand, and in the next second, six pitch-black shadow blades slowly rose from beneath his feet, precisely turning towards the five members and six heads of the Woof Woof Team.
"This is Caselo Prairie!"
Lying on the ground, Jadka, with his face to the side, stared intently at Sclinger who concealed his face behind a mask, and loudly asked, "Do you know who I am?"
"A man about to die."
Sclinger coldly stated, lifting his other hand.
"My name is Jadka, Jadka Diesel, from the Diesel Family!"
The old mage, with his head pressed against the ground, spoke swiftly and firmly, "If you kill me and my friends here, it definitely won't end well for you!"
"Is that your last words?"
Sclinger slightly nodded, asking with interest, "I definitely won't end well? Like how?"
"Like..."
Jadka, feeling the increasingly violent trembling of the ground, took a deep breath and smiled, "The wrath of the Diesel Family."
