Merlin started to regain his calm again; he turned back to look at the Ruthless Skull fearlessly.
Eeeek! Eeeek! Eeeek!
"Little man, don’t dream that you will be able to escape my grip. At the end of the day, the peak of the fourth mountain will be mine."
The Ruthless Skull spoke in a merciless tone. In the blink of an eye, its body quickly moved towards Merlin. It was determined to end this ridiculous fight. This little human with only the power of a Wizard Warrior had already wasted so much of its time.
Countless dangerous sharp-bone-like legs moved swiftly.
A dreadful situation was coming for Merlin at the nape of his neck.