บท 1113: Racial Weapon (Part 2)

"What do you think?" After a full five minutes of silence, Ultharic asked Nythor in a serious voice.

Nythor didn't answer immediately. He stared at Evan, who was sitting in the cave with narrowed eyes and after thinking for a while, he spoke in a low voice.

"He is dangerous... Much more dangerous than we thought."

If it was another time and someone told him that a Peak Rank Two Core Evolver is dangerous for them, Ultharic would have laughed in his face because, for a beginner-level Rank Four Core Evolver like him, killing a Rank Two Core Evolver is as easy as slapping away a fly.

But this time, when he heard Nythor, he didn't refute and instead nodded his head.

"If it wasn't because I could feel his aura from the Mistral Orb, I would have thought that he was at least at the peak of Rank Three," Ultharic, the bull-headed Eldritch Creature said in a cold voice as his eyes flashed with murderous light.