The Midnight Descended move, was unavoidable for the Voltalond at the moment.
It was the third time the Voltalond had been swallowed by the dark ground.
"Lampshadeon..."
Every time the Voltalond was affected by Midnight Descended, the Lampshadeon would made a strange sound that almost sound likes a mocking sounds.
When the Voltalond resurfaced again, its feathers became even more dull and lifeless, like they had wilted.
"Voltalond..."
The Voltalond looked up at the Lampshadeon with resentment.
If it hadn't endured so much damage when it broke through the siege before, the Lampshadeon wouldn't have the upper hand when it fighting against it now.
All of those were just sweet talkers.
its beast tamer said that she would help it reach the pinnacle of bird life.
And what's the result?
Once it left the mountain range, it had to fight all day, and if it couldn't win, it would be chased by a bunch of people.