Prish was unleashing his aura without restraint, covering the world in darkness.
His body hurt all over, much of it had been severely damaged.
He would need treatment to recover.
Not even the recovery of a Stellar Rank could improve his condition.
"Damn bastard, I will make you regret coming all the way here—"
Prish's voice was full of rage. He wanted nothing more than to tear the human apart.
He knew he had not fired the shot, yet the creature who had was his.
And, as with any respectable summoner, to destroy their summons you have to take out the master directly.
However, Jeremy could not leave the atmosphere. He would not be able to fight optimally in the vacuum, not yet.
He was at the edge of the atmosphere, waiting for the devil's move.
Meanwhile, Prish had stopped unleashing his aura.
However, that short time had been enough to flip the world upside down. By now, the human continent was no longer recognizable.
