"Ivan, maybe you should let it probe first."
Having come to this strange little world, Hardy had thought it would be a tough fight, but the situation turned out to be so peculiar, and even more peculiar was that Ivan seemed to have become reckless.
After much contemplation, he couldn't help but give a reminder.
He was referring to the black-bearded puppet creature, which after arriving in this little world, had exhibited an abnormal excitement in its demeanor and had also flown near the mountain range, its pair of eyes fixed unblinkingly on the blood-colored battle banner above, deeply exemplifying the term 'drooling with desire.'
"Okay."
At that time, Ivan's thinking indeed had been somewhat disturbed, but it didn't affect his judgment of the situation, and he didn't reject President Hardy's suggestion.
At his signal, the black-bearded puppet creature dashed toward the mountain peak unrestrained, like a wild horse with its reins let loose.
"Ssss ssss ssss----"