[Gachapi: Summoning them in three seconds, Master.]
[Astral: Woohoo! We beatin' that mother fucker's eye, Mastah!]
'Yeah, hopefully, these Zords are strong.'
"How long will you keep running, bastard?" Narazar narrowed his eyes as he followed Aleron's figure streaking across the battlefield.
But suddenly, Aleron stopped attacking from his rifle and floated 10 meters across from him, while the Hoax Netherdoom Eye floated above him.
The tentacle shot a laser at Aleron, but it passed through him while his cold gaze remained on Narazar.
"It's time to finish this."
Aleron transmitted his voice outside as the voice didn't consume anything to pass through with his mastery of space-time.
Hearing his voice, Narazar grunted, "It's just a matter of time before you exhaust your soul energy and stamina. So what if you have unlimited magilore? You'll still die."
