"Since it's come to this, just say it already."
Perhaps because of the severe depletion of soul power, Emil's behavior at this time was quite eccentric, quite unlike a Fifth Tier Transcendent.
For example, he has a habit of playing dead, exaggerating the severity of matters, and keeping people in suspense like now.
Dodging the attack of the giant hand, Roger couldn't help but complain.
"I'm telling the truth; if the journey wasn't so far, I really wouldn't want to face this monster with you."
"Alright, just tell me what this thing is!"
Roger had to interrupt Emil.
"I've only seen references in the annals of the Silver Dragon Clan. To be honest, this thing is extremely rare. Even other Transcendents like me among the Twelve Dragon Envoys might not know about it..."
Their current mental state was quite peculiar, with thoughts transmitted almost without delay. To be honest, Roger no longer put much stock in Emil's past statements of agony.
