"The Spectre King…"
Arthur muttered under his breath, feeling that his words seemed strained. His mouth dried up, while a sensation far exceeding what he'd felt in the twelfth floor rushed across his physical body.
He was taken aback by the sheer strength of the Spectre King.
Usually, they were much weaker.
'But it should be no problem…' Arthur muttered internally, but he wasn't so believing of his own words.
"I don't see him," Kyler replied, scrunching his eyebrows while pushing his eyesight to the maximum. Mana clumped up at his eyes, fading away in micro-particles that seemed to vanish within seconds.
"Because he's not a physical entity…" said Arthur. "Use a sensory technique. Also, don't be affected by its mental pressure. Tighten and condense your mind."
