บท 1535: 1535. Fruit

Noah flew through the region as lumps of dark matter flowed out of his draconic armor. The black hole quickly fixed his transformation, but his expression remained grim.

Two rank 8 Eternal Snakes were looking at him. The only existence in Noah's group that could fight those creatures was the rank 8 Foolery, but it was busy with the other two leaders. Noah couldn't have one versus one battles in that situation.

The other two packs were slithering at full speed toward the battlefield. It wouldn't take them much to join their companions and surround Noah's group.

Noah was at a loss of what to do. Even escaping seemed impossible in that situation. His ambition would eventually run out if the Eternal Snakes didn't stop targeting him.

'I must kill them,' Noah concluded in his mind.

Noah had a different tactic in mind, but that approach was a gamble. He didn't know how the Eternal Snakes would react. It was better to pursue his simple strategy for now since it had yet to fail.