President Musty was now in his true golden horse form, although he was pressed down by Voldemort, his aura was still mighty.
The mighty aura of a Primordial was condensed on his body.
"Stop, you have to let me go," President Musty said as he pushed against the ground, fighting against the downward force coming from Voldemort's claw.
Voldemort didn't flinch.
Perhaps, if President Musty were still in his prime, when he had the regular Conquering Essence under his command, he would have given Voldemort a little trouble.
But now, he was no different from an ordinary tier 6 horse with no special powers whatsoever.
Even the reversed Conquering Essence he had could only be used in the lions. To Voldemort, it was completely useless and unworthy of mention.
"Hold still, they'll soon be here," Voldemort said coldly, one of his claws inching dangerously close to Musty's eyes.
Musty snorted, "You're a big fool, do you think they'll let Elizabeth go after all she has done?
