The Show Was Far From Over

"The show was far from over."

Morgans' beak opened slightly, releasing a low voice.

His wings fluttered lightly, as though searching for an outlet for the emotions he had been suppressing.

From his vantage point above, the battlefield's brutal devastation lay fully exposed before him.

The Five Elders' mad charge was like an endless tide, while Jin An and the others stood like an unshakable reef, repelling the waves time and time again with their own strength.

Even so, the deadlock on the battlefield had not fundamentally changed.

Morgans' gaze fell upon Jin An below, and a trace of admiration flashed through his sharp eyes.

"This man... he's unbelievably powerful.

"Not only can he withstand an assault like this, but he can stay calm and assess the situation."

He murmured under his breath, but an expression of regret soon crossed his face.

"What a pity. My precious Visual Den Den Mushi had to fall asleep at such a critical moment!"

Somewhat irritated, Morgans patted the Den Den Mushi hanging from his chest. It was an exquisitely crafted Visual Den Den Mushi, specially used to record and transmit the most shocking images from the battlefield.

Yet its eyes were tightly shut, its body utterly motionless, as though it had fallen completely into a deep sleep.

"Wake up already!"

Morgans' voice carried a hint of helplessness and unwillingness.

"This is unprecedented news material! A life-or-death battle between Jin An and the Five Elders... if I miss footage like this, I'll never get another chance!"

The Den Den Mushi still showed no reaction. A faint glow even shimmered across its shell, forming a stark contrast to Morgans' urgency.

Morgans stamped his feet in frustration, but there was nothing he could do.

Down on the ground, Jin An swung his blade again, cutting the