Xu Kun's voice carried the calm of someone who had long since seen through everything.
Erh was severely wounded and weak at the moment, unable to respond for a while. Fortunately, aside from possessing defense unmatched among the myriad races, most members of the Black Tortoise Race also possessed formidable self-healing abilities.
Especially when Erh stirred a thought and activated a unique mark infused with the origin of his bloodline and radiating profound fluctuations, his Sea of Consciousness, which had seemed like a raging sea churned by the demon sound, finally began to calm and stabilize at a visible rate.
It was clearly a form of Mystic Mark mastery, similar to the Siwater Darksea that Si had created by modifying Mystic Marks based on his own understanding.
Only after his chaotic aura had completely settled and his breathing had become long and steady again did Erh cautiously raise his eyes toward the figure with his head lowered, his entire body hidden beneath a voluminous black robe—Mo Chou. A bone-deep reverence born from the depths of his soul filled his gaze.
As the bastard Crown Prince who had struggled to survive amid the brutal internal strife of the Black Tortoise Race, Erh understood that intelligence and knowledge were the foundations of survival and advancement.
He had devoted unimaginable effort to researching, sorting through, and analyzing the history of the myriad races, the hidden secrets of every race, and the rise and fall of ancient and modern times, searching for every possible crack he could exploit.
Naturally, he knew all about the Demon Sound Race, which had long since become dust in history.
The moment he sensed that faint, strange aura around Mo Chou, he had already begun to suspect the truth.
But the Demon Sound Race had always been mysterious and