Battle of the Black Dragon Gate (15)

"Primo, activate this scroll! Release the Soul Arrow after my attack!" Dweezel said with a crazed smile as he emerged from the shadows, dropped a red scroll in front of his eldest, and charged straight at the kneeling Shye Crowley.

The bastard had caused him much trouble, but in the end, the meddlesome youngster still fell a few seconds short.

It had been close, but it seemed things would still end in his victory.

Only a little over five seconds were left, but that was more than enough for the sinister snake.

He knew what his trump cards were capable of.

'You're physically resilient, I'll give you that, brat. But can you still do what you need to after I destroy your ability to think?' Dweezel inwardly sneered in disdain, continuing to bolt towards his defenseless target.

He had a way to kill Shye, but he believed it was far more efficient to shatter his mind—it would be the fastest way to make him release the magic circle.