Draven flipped and spun through the air as he was blasted away, like a streak of brown light piercing through layers of mist.
He tried to correct his posture, only to discover that his True Spirit had been corroded and sealed by a force. His will was difficult to mobilize, leaving him utterly unable to use the Law of Movement to evade!
Bad!
Boom!
Dust exploded skyward. The instant Draven crashed into the earth, rocks filled the space above his head.
For the moment, he did not dare burrow back out. He could only drill deeper underground, gasping heavily, his heart filled with unease.
"Argh...!"
As he fumbled at his waist, the moment his wingtip touched it, agonizing pain erupted, making the corners of his mouth twitch.
That incomparably blazing blast of energy had nearly broken him in half. He was Nether Owl Draven, a sixth-order expert and chief strategist of the Yin Moon Legion!
What the hell was "Moore"? What gave him the right?
Wait.
Impossible. He definitely was not Moore!
As though he had suddenly understood something, Draven's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
"Moore is already dead. Dodota wanted to shift the blame onto me..."
After thinking for several breaths, the power of his restored will instantly transmitted his intent. Within the limited range his senses could reach, Draven shouted, "Warriors of the Purgatory Fleet, immediately capture or kill Moore! This is an order from Legion Commander Dodota! I repeat, this is...
...!"
As he shouted, his body burrowed ever deeper underground, trying to use layer upon layer of piled-up rock ridges to conceal his existence.
"Huff! Huff, huff..."
Incomparably heavy panting came from within the dense mist. The instant Meng Chuan withdrew his hand, he did not choose to keep pursuing and beat a dog that had fallen