An hour has passed.
The waters of the Balkan River have returned to normal.
The Sky Bandit Leader's knees are still soaked in the Balkan River.
He bowed his back, appearing like a devout believer, yet his mind was racing.
Although the Dark Emperor, a man of unknown origin, displayed an extraordinary demeanor, his hoarse voice, youthful appearance, and somewhat unfluent expression indicated that he must be a young and inexperienced member of the Dark Demon Clan.
The Sky Bandit Leader thought secretly: "This group of Dark Creatures is exceptionally strong, but unfortunately, only this young man before me can control them. I must pretend to be deferential, find a way to take control of these Dark Creatures, and gain his complete trust. Then, when the time is right, I will strike."
