The storm seemed to move with the Pirate King's fleet. Amid flashing lightning and howling winds, the entire fleet sailed at an extraordinarily fast pace.
Mulan had been calculating ever since he boarded the Sea King, tallying the Pirate King's expenditure of magic power. Those of the Seventh Tier had fully mastered the elements and could have been worshipped as gods in an age of ignorance, but even the mightiest abilities came at a cost.
Maintaining calm weather around Jewel Island might have involved a Ritual Array, while keeping the storm moving probably involved the Sea King. Still, the magic power expenditure was surely far greater than on Jewel Island.
Even if the Pirate King regenerated magic power faster than he spent it, he was using it far too recklessly. Could those of the Seventh Tier disregard the limits of magic power and stop conserving their reserves?
As the finest professor at the Black Castle, Mulan naturally knew the answer was no.
Even if the terrifying regeneration rate of the Seventh Tier exceeded the cost of maintaining this storm, the fundamental principle remained unchanged: magic power regeneration had an upper limit.
Walton possessed immense magic power, yet he never used it carelessly. With an uncannily sharp intuition, Mulan sensed something amiss. Something had probably gone wrong with the Pirate King, which was why he was so desperate to obtain the Wish-Granting Pot!
"The more someone shows off his strength, the more likely it is that he's actually weak!"
"I don't understand what you mean."
The Elf voiced a question.
"Human nature is complicated. Even someone as powerful as the Pirate King can't escape it. Sometimes they compare themselves to gods, yet their human weaknesses become more obvious than anyone else's. They become greedier, and perhaps even weaker."
"Weaker? You mean