Seeing that Fente had made up his mind, Oko drew a deep breath, then spoke up loudly again before he could make a move:
"Wait!"
"Before that, there's something else I want to show you."
"If you're in such a hurry to act, you'll never have another chance to see it afterward, you know?"
After hearing this, Fente responded with an icy gaze:
"You're just trying to stall for more time, aren't you? I'm not going to keep believing your nonsense."
Yet Oko immediately retorted with impeccable logic:
"No, no, no. What would be the point of me stalling for time under these circumstances?"
"So you should take a look first. Why the rush?"
"Maybe the moment you see it, you'll change your mind and go back to rescue your children?"
Fente's expression shifted at those words, and he fell silent.
Clearly, Oko's mention of "children" had once again seized Fente's attention.
Although Fente still maintained the preparatory stance for casting "Spirit Realm," he did not immediately fire the flying swords at hand toward Oko.
After all, Oko was right.
In the current situation, Fente held an overwhelming advantage from start to finish.
So there was no harm in seeing what Oko could possibly show him before making his move.
With that confidence in mind, Fente immediately ordered Oko in a low voice:
"Then hurry up and take it out! But let me make this clear first—don't try any little tricks!"
Oko gave a faint smile at his words, then flicked the Hunter Black Ring around her wrist.
Whoosh.
A soft sound rang out.
A pitch-black cloth sack suddenly appeared in Oko's hand.
Something was clearly inside it.
It looked heavy.
The instant he saw it, Fente's brows drew together unconsciously.
And when he looked closer, he discovered that some