Huff, huff, huff...
"You? Master Annihilation Tower, you're alone!?"
The Insulated Mecha Stigmata Sorcerer panted as he stared at Green in disbelief, while keeping as much distance as possible.
There were no cursed sorcerers near this battlefield. The fear of the Black Terminators came from the instincts of every sorcerer who had fought in wars for a long time.
At the same time, the Insulated Mecha Stigmata Sorcerer keenly noticed that, in this short span of time, Green's magic power had completely recovered. His soul aura had changed slightly, and his face had aged somewhat as well.
Green said nothing. Through the Face of Truth, his tricolored eyes stared solemnly at the Weird Crystal Terminator. Its many compound eyes blinked strangely, while the fighting intent suppressed in his heart seemed like a volcano on the verge of eruption, ready to explode at the slightest touch!
"Damn it, if I told you to go, then get moving! If you don't go support that guy and let that Cotton Candy Goat die, Magnetic Ripple's path to becoming a True Spirit will be ruined. Why all the damn nonsense?"
After saying that, Little Eight suddenly yanked out one of his brilliant feathers, startling Yeye on Green's other shoulder.
"What are you doing? Have you gone mad?"
Only when Yeye showed concern for him did Little Eight come to his senses. Warmth filled his heart. He gave Yeye an apologetic cawing laugh, then tossed the feather to the Insulated Mecha Stigmata Sorcerer.
"Take it. A reward from Baye. Find the right moment and use it later."
The Insulated Mecha Sorcerer accepted Little Eight's feather in astonishment. Just as he was about to say something beginning with "But—," he was interrupted by Sun-Moon Scripture, Panic Boiling's disciple, on the other side. The female sorcerer was