At this moment, Pororo had just suffered an attack, but a large patch of scales had fallen off his right flank.
His entire arm was completely twisted, hanging on his body.
But several needles were already embedded in his back, hidden among the scales.
The wounds on his arm and body were almost visibly regenerating.
Just give him a little more time, and he could rejoin the battle in full vigor.
He recalled the battle that had just transpired in a matter of seconds, frowning deeply as he stood up.
He looked at Alka, who had been standing there motionless.
"You influenced me?"
Obviously, his question received no response from Alka, who merely smiled and shrugged.
Kriel observed the pink mist retreating from around him due to the pressure.
He felt that this pink mist, pervasive in the battle just now, completely affected some of his judgments.
It seemed to misdirect some of his battle decisions, causing him to react incorrectly each time.
