Shadow Eleven repeatedly scrutinized the young man before him, his confused eyes filled with doubt.
Health, full.
Status, optimal.
Shadow armor, intact.
How did he almost die?
Professor Gregory remained calm. "Did you take care of it?"
Mike nodded, "One."
As he spoke, he took out some prismatic shards, wrapped in a layer of frost.
"Shattered Abyssal Pearls, already sealed. These are the most valuable collectibles from a demon race Lord."
Professor Gregory turned his head away; just looking at the shards had a significant impact on his body.
Shadow Eleven stared at the shards and said, "Looks like the demon race Lord Ice Spike from the Fifth Abyss. I saw him once on the Abyssal battlefield twenty-one years ago. Back then, Ice Spike was a real pain, but Joseph gave him a good beating."
"I think I heard someone praising me."
Joseph walked in proudly, then froze at the sight of the icy shards on the ground.
