"Gyaaa—!"
"Hehe~" Morgana's smile widened with playful delight, clearly entertained by the dramatic sight unfolding before her.
At this exact moment, a majestic white-gold soul creature was tightly restraining Shaddad's arms from behind, its grip firm and merciless while pressing its foot down harshly on his back, as though preparing to rip both arms out of their sockets without hesitation.
"…?" But gradually, almost piece by piece, Morgana's cheerful smile began to fade. Her brows pulled together, tightening with confusion and suspicion. "Isn't that mule supposed to be at the peak of a World Cataclysm body cultivator? What exactly is happening here? Whose soul creature could possibly overpower him like this?"
"Haha! The master's, of course!" Jabba laughed proudly, puffing his chest slightly, announcing it as if it were the most obvious truth in the entire universe, something that required no explanation.
