"I've been waiting for my strength to fully recover. Don't you know that tearing through space, from Poso Continent to Furious Flame Continent, is a very mentally draining task?" The sky-bound Evil-eye Tyrant curled a toothy smile onto its huge, toothy mouth: "I'm getting old, unfit to be a magical pet. Yet, my mental power isn't half bad. It should cancel out the renowned wild call of a Soul Singer."
This monster hadn't uttered a single word since the beginning and only communicated through mental power. Prince Moore, riding on a troll-faced bat, was grim and standing aside, constantly rolling his eyes at Liu Zhenhan. His gaze was obnoxious. At this point, all the Moore air force was retreating, leaving only the prince and a handful of guards holding back here.
"Have you recharged your energy?" Liu Zhenhan felt an unease in the creature's words.
