"A King?" Michael was unpleasantly surprised by the news. Nowhere in his calculations did he expect for a cultivator of such a level to enter the board.
"There was this merchant Lord that managed to escape. Kenny was his name. Maybe by pure chance he met Victoria and told her that there was a Monarch alien here. It wouldn't be a surprise if she were to call her grandfather then." His mind went into overdrive.
'It seems that the King has decided to get rid of the swarm. We have a few minutes to decide our next course of action.' Devil's Tongue reported.
Glancing around the area, Michael made up his mind. 'It seems I will have to improvise… Whatever the case, retreat at once. The spiritual energy in my body is about to run out. I can't keep you floating for long.'
Devil's Tongue didn't argue, shooting back towards his owner. A few seconds later Michael caught a glimpse of the evolved soul weapon, taking it into his grasp.
