A weird scene was happening on Pluto.
Nearly one-eighty wyverns were chasing after a single man.
They flapped their wings angrily and bombarded him with lethal attacks.
The whole Pluto was glowing with a golden light now.
If Varian still had a chance to come out of the encirclement previously despite the injuries, he could forget living if he was trapped by these beasts.
Varian kicked the air and jumped up as he twisted his body, dodging thirty lightning bolts that dangerously came close.
Occasionally, one or two attacks struck him and inflicted him with injuries.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Varian spewed profanities as he continued his escape. "I didn't sign up for this shit!"
Even peak level 8s wouldn't be able to face off this crazy mob.
"Master, master, should we escape?" Boo's hurried voice sounded in Varian's mind.
Varian wanted to laugh. Even if he wanted to use Ghost Ship, he'd have to pause for a moment.