"Brother, I can't shut up, because I have a feeling that if I don't say more now, I might never get another chance to speak."
"Trust me, little brother, we can get out. No, we can even take control of this body. When that happens, everything stopping us here will belong to us!"
"That's what I like about your confidence, Brother. You can even fool yourself."
"Don't lose heart yet. We still have a trump card."
As he spoke, he glanced back at Funites, who floated motionlessly there.
Primordial Ancestor Allen, clad in Knight Armor, and the Armored Man formed from the Sea God Armor and the Eyes of the Dark Moon stood there without moving.
Before going over to Muli, Kallen had instructed them to keep these two here, so their task was clear.
However, when the two brothers, clad in Snake Scale armor and wielding Fang Blades, took the initiative to attack, Primordial Ancestor Allen and the Armored Man moved to meet them.
The four quickly became locked in combat.
"Brother, they're much weaker than we thought!"
"That's because they aren't using their full strength. They're just trying to hold us here!"
The battle could be described as dull and tedious. With one side defending and the other attacking, there was little room for spectacular moves.
Primordial Ancestor Allen and the Armored Man kept taking hits and suffering damage, but this was Kallen's consciousness space, after all. Here, they could receive support from Kallen's Original Self.
Thus, they could conduct this defensive battle of attrition quite comfortably.
Not far away, the Magic Cube continued turning automatically, occasionally calculating the opponents' intent to launch killing moves and issuing timely warnings.
This kept the damage Primordial Ancestor Allen and the Armored Man sustained within manageable limits, slowly simmering the python