Seeing the enemy's attack, Elderidge decided not to pretend anymore.
A mass of black sludge shot towards Gwyndolin like a taut snake rapidly extending.
The giant with a broken leg lunged sideways, trying to use his broad frame to block Elderidge's shot.
But the black sludge was Elderidge's body, which he controlled with ease and agility.
With no intention of wasting strength on a tasteless giant, Elderidge's black sludge limbs traced an arc, biting towards Gwyndolin.
The Shadow Sun's spirit had already scattered under prolonged tension.
Until the very last moment, he hurriedly cast magic again to teleport himself away.
But ultimately, he couldn't completely escape, and one more snake limb got severed by his own decisive action.
The snake limb was swept into Elderidge's body, savoring the flesh and soul of the Divine Race.
But as the snake limb was consumed, Gwyndolin's emotions and thoughts were also transmitted into Elderidge's consciousness.
