However, what Erik had not expected was that no matter how he called out in his heart, Bast the Panther God, who had been secretly observing from the other side, showed no intention of appearing at all—even though Erik was the king of Wakanda he had just pushed forward, and even though Erik might be in danger.
"So this is a planet that has yet to achieve a unified civilization? What a pity." The silver-white, metal-like man slowly shook his head, his voice carrying a hint of a sigh. But his voice did not seem to come from his mouth. It was more as if it had appeared directly in Erik's consciousness.
"A pity? What's a pity?" Erik asked blankly, utterly confused by that clouded, misty sigh.
"Poor king. If you have the ability, flee this planet as soon as possible, because this planet will soon cease to exist." The silver-white metal man vanished from where he stood in an instant. Before disappearing, he even seemed to glance in a certain direction and meet Bast the Panther God's gaze, yet he showed no intention of speaking with Bast the Panther God.
"What was that? Was that a surfboard under his feet? Technology, or some special artifact?" Watching the silver-white metal man vanish after meeting his eyes, Bast the Panther God frowned tightly, his gaze heavy, because he could not see through this fellow at all. "He discovered me just now. Why didn't he come to me? Because he looked down on me?"
Question after question flashed through Bast the Panther God's mind, but there were no answers. This time, he had clearly seen the other party's method of movement, yet he still could not see through the other party's strength, nor did he have any intention of testing it.
"Panther