Demster's sharp whistle and the pronouncement of "Mole Foresees Death" became the final straw that broke the camel's back. Drake scanned the surroundings—eight mighty, unharmed Divine Chosen warriors encircled him like an iron wall, their eyes filled with cold murderous intent; in the sky and on the ground, nearly a hundred Champion Knights mounted on fierce raptors, their poison-coated armor-piercing crossbow arrows and heavy lances glinting sharply, aiming at every potential flaw he might reveal; further away, Su Li rode an unbelievably large Griffin, gazing down calmly at the battlefield like watching a predetermined farce.
