Battle of the Dark Saints

As one of the Gold Saints most proficient in telekinesis and mental power, Mr. Mu obviously did not need to follow directly behind Shiryu to reach the battlefield.

Even with the suppression of Earth's barrier, as a supreme telekinetic master, Mr. Mu's sensing range was still enough to cover most of the planet. If he were not worried that something might go wrong, he could have simply opened a spatial passage and arrived here in just a few minutes.

There was even less need to mention Yota. He would not need even 0.1 seconds to circle the Earth once. Thus, the two merely followed several dozen kilometers behind Shiryu at a leisurely pace, eventually stopping by the sea and watching him head toward Death Queen Island.

Yota had no desire whatsoever to interfere in the battle on Death Queen Island. Bullying a few Dark Saints held no meaning for him. He was merely somewhat curious about the origins of these Dark Saint Cloths.

When he did not understand something, he asked. Raising his eyes toward Mr. Mu, he said, "Say, where did these Dark Saints come from? Where did they find their Dark Saint Cloths?"

"And a few of these guys have pretty decent Cosmos, right? With that kind of strength, even if they were not among the very best Bronze Saints, they would at least rank above average. They could not even get their hands on Saint Cloths?"

Mr. Mu shook his head and immediately started bluffing. "Saint Cloths are alive. If they do not acknowledge someone..."

Seeing Yota look at him with an amused half-smile, Mr. Mu suddenly realized that this fellow had long since learned all the theoretical knowledge regarding Saint Cloth repair and construction. He could even communicate directly with Saint Cloths himself. His words might