Nobody understood what Isaac meant when he raised his Skyrend Sword. Except for Obi, whose pupils suddenly contracted as if recalling something.
He sighed deeply. "I didn't expect this beast to recognize this sword after being severely injured by Gael in the past..."
"In that case, we can continue forward." Hera felt surprised that this underground behemoth still knew the terror of this sword after more than 30 years.
Isaac approached the injured guardian and asked, "Is the injury severe?"
"T-Thank you for your concern, Mr. Garten. I'm afraid I can't follow you any further," the injured guardian said, full of pain.
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