Crucial Eighteen Minutes

Edgar's face looked very serious. He thought,"The lives of those two hyperbeings gave me precious two minutes. Poison Guild finally made a very valuable contribution. I have to sparingly use my aura and mana to last for eighteen minutes. One hit from the ogre could seriously injure me, but that is a risk I have to take. There is a martial art that could be used in this crucial period."

Edgar put back his sword to his storage space after weighing the risk in his mind."If the ogre can't hit me, he will probably force me to surrender using another way. The ogre does not look dumb. He saw me save the hyperbeings. I have to warn them."

He cast magic, then a small white sphere came out of a circle. He cast a sound blockade and talked. He removed the shield and made a small flame bird. The flame bird covered the small sphere and flew toward the hyperbeings.