This was no time to be shocked.
After muttering to himself in astonishment for a while, Viscount Grant shook his head and focused again.
After all, the Great Shaman and the Crocodile Dragon were gone, but there were still two Giant Eels and the lurking Patrick... His old friend had merely been driven back by him, but as the chief overseer of Poyin Workshop's southern branch, he could take all manner of potions and return to peak condition at any time.
The battle ahead would be the true difficulty.
With that thought, the viscount raised his head and looked toward the thunderclouds in the distance, his expression troubled. "And that Crystal Dragon..."
"If that monster reaches the Second Energy Level, it will be hard to eliminate..."
If Ian's intelligence was correct, and the Ellen Family had come here to capture that Deepsea Crystal Dragon, then once it reached the Second Energy Level, the mission could practically be declared a failure—capturing a Second Energy Level draconic magic beast alive would require at least a Third Energy Level expert.
The problem was that a Third Energy Level "Heartlight Rank" expert, anywhere other than a major power like the Sertal Empire, could become the ruler of a small country!
To say nothing else, if somewhere like Southern Ridge produced a Third Energy Level ritual master or great magic beast, no fewer than several legions would stand a chance of exterminating it. Normally, they would simply offer it amnesty.
Take the Mistveil Port King of the Mist Sea-Born, for example. After accepting amnesty, his territory had been designated an autonomous region, with a hereditary governorship and treatment beginning at the rank of marquis.
"If a big shot of that level really comes to my place... forget credit, there won't be anything left for me."