"Y-yes, my lord, my name is Talos." Even Talos's voice sounded stiff as he answered.
"This isn't the place to talk. Let's leave first." With that, Loa took the lead and dove toward the deeper sea.
That sword strike had caused quite a disturbance, and the Soul Beasts deep in the Sea of Ruins were extremely sensitive to fluctuations in divine power. Every moment they stayed increased the risk of being surrounded and attacked.
The three quickly left the area, traveling roughly thirty miles through the murky seawater. Only when they could no longer sense any Soul Beast fluctuations nearby did they slow down.
Loa spread his god's domain around all three of them, blocking outside soul probes and the pressure of the seawater. Then he turned to Talos.
"Didn't you ask around before coming here? Physical attacks are far less effective against Soul Beasts. That's a serious disadvantage for someone who cultivates the Path of Destruction," Loa asked.
"I knew, my lord, but I never expected it to be this troublesome." Talos gave a bitter smile, his rugged face full of helplessness. "I was planning to find an expert in soul attacks to come with me, but I was in a hurry. By the time I got the news, I was already almost two months behind everyone else. How could I have time to slowly pick out teammates in Adonis City? I figured I was a Seven-Star Devil, after all. Even if my physical attacks were only half as effective, I could still smash Soul Beasts to death head-on. And what if I got lucky and stumbled across a Middle-Grade Soul Treasure? But then-" He spread his hands, his expression hard to describe. "I couldn't even smash a Six-Star snake to death in one blow."
"What's the hurry? The