551, Dad! Are we going to have a picnic with mom and brother?

Wood Brandon, his hand gripping a small tree branch, pointed at the ground. Even as a Sacred level almost at its peak, he still felt greatly drained.

Just now, he had lost count of how many Mirror Shadows he had killed. At this moment, only six ancient warriors of the Mirror Shadows remained by his side, the rest had all perished in battle.

But Charles had disappeared without a trace, having somehow found a weakness in the Spiritual Hunting Dogs and now, even these conceptual creatures could not locate him.

This was the disadvantage of being on the enemy's turf; Charles could hide, but Wood Brandon did not know where.

Moreover, in Charles' Mirror World, he couldn't recover his strength; the Blood Clan's energy depleted bit by bit, unlike in the outside world where he could freely draw energy from the void to replenish himself.