"What… what kind of technique is the captain using? Why can't we detect any energy fluctuations?" The ever-impulsive Yunis was the first to voice her query.
The others nearby shook their heads, their faces reflecting their confusion and bewilderment.
John cast a gentle, smiling gaze at the Soul-Devouring Serpent Mozambique that was so close yet incapable of landing a hit.
He spoke calmly, "If you have any trump cards left, you'd better play them now. With your clumsy attack method alone, it is impossible to inflict any harm upon me…"
At this point, Mozambique had exhausted all its strength, its three vertical pupils bulging ominously, resembling glowing lanterns.
John could even distinctly perceive the burst of blood vessels within its eyes.
Yet, no matter how hard Mozambique strived, all its efforts were in vain.
