CHAPTER 810
While all this was going on, Grey sat calmly atop Noir without a care in the world.
His eyes were shut as he absorbed the surrounding mana into his core, hastily attempting to replenish it in time to join the fight.
He wasn't worried about Thalos; he knew how powerful the gargoyle was.
As a Primordial-ranked being, Thalos could handle himself and endure for a long while—at least until something shifted in their favor or he outright won.
But the others… They were human.
Against the leaders, even if ten of them grouped together, it wouldn't change much.
The leaders were called leaders for a reason.
Monsters in their respective domains.
Grey wasn't about to lose strong and loyal allies for nothing.
Hence, he hurried his cultivation, carefully regulating the flow of mana so as not to cause internal complications.
