"You want me not to kill it?" Angel had sensed Gentle Wind Uranus's arrival long ago, but since the other party had kept hidden, he had pretended not to know.
He had originally thought Gentle Wind Uranus would remain hidden until the end. Unexpectedly, it had popped out midway through.
Since Gentle Wind Uranus had chosen to show itself at this moment, it must have wanted something. Combined with the present situation, what it wanted was not hard to guess.
On the other side, Gentle Wind Uranus was slightly taken aback by Angel's question. Though Angel had not named its identity and had merely tossed out those words lightly, Gentle Wind Uranus knew that Angel had certainly recognized who it was. And the question he had thrown out carried no emotion whatsoever, coldly laid out as a plain statement... Perhaps it was a multiple-choice question, or perhaps a question demanding a stance?
Gentle Wind Uranus sighed inwardly, somewhat regretting that it had not brought Teacher Camus inside. With Teacher Camus's wisdom, perhaps he would have known what to say at this moment—words that would neither offend Angel nor let Harriken survive.
Yes, it did not want Harriken to die.
Although Harriken had come with malicious intent this time, Gentle Wind Uranus also knew very clearly that, as fellow wind-element creatures, even if one side surrendered after their clashes and wars, they would not lay hands on the true core figures among them.
This was both a delicate balance and an unspoken understanding among their kind.
Whether Gentle Wind Uranus or Harriken, both were pillars of wind-element life. Ordinary wind-element creatures could not compare to them. If even one of these pillars collapsed, the already precarious wind-element kin would grow even weaker. And once their strength had dwindled, they would inevitably