Until evening.
At that time.
The surface of the black volcanic rock was already covered with blood-colored patterns, and the air was filled with a bloody smell mixed with sulfur.
"Physical strength is depleted, defense weakened, life absorption, all set up properly."
"Master, if you turn me into an elite, I could transform into a sea of blood and achieve all these effects right now, without the hassle of setting up the magic array again."
Furinjira wiped the black soot off her face; it was really dirty here.
"Even if you transform into an elite, I wouldn't bear letting you turn into a sea of blood to imprison a dragon species with a fire attribute."
Losa's tone carried a hint of affection as he gently tousled Furinjira's white hair.
Then he asked, "Are we all ready?"
"Yes."
Prajna nodded slightly.
The ghost face on the ghost face shield in her hand displayed a dejected and sad expression, feeling it's time to be beaten again.
Sigh.
It sighed lightly.
