"You're not worthy of being killed by me yet. Come back next time, and remember what I said."
The balloon looked at the dying Pangolin, took a step back, and started counting down again.
"Zero point five... zero point three..."
As the balloon chanted silently, the lava beneath the Pangolin suddenly began to churn. A pillar of magma then erupted, launching the Pangolin out of the Volcano's crater.
The balloon remained where it was, watching the Pangolin fly farther and farther away.
It kept gazing at the sky until the pillar of magma disappeared.
"Sigh." The balloon let out a helpless sigh.
Then, it abruptly turned to look in Mo Ling's direction.
Even though the balloon had no eyes, Mo Ling felt a scrutinizing gaze, sharp as needles.
"Are you also here to kill me?" the balloon asked from a distance.
"No." Mo Ling flapped his wings and flew to the center of the battlefield.
Just then, a warning of hostility flared in Mo Ling's mind, coming from the lava below.
