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"Several hundred thousand?" Jason mumbled as he retraced his killing intent before Baykur vanished.

It had entered Jason's soul world and rested there, while Jason looked at Fasro who was not sure what to think about what had happened right now.

However, before he would start to comprehend everything he had heard, Fasro rushed towards the Ifrytor whose arms had been severed.

He enveloped the Ifrytor's two stumps that remained with his mana to seal them before he turned to Jason.

"Good Job...I guess? We now know their hideout and the number. That's great...but the Ascron race is too pitiful… They're too many races after them ...." 

Jason tilted his head at these words as he asked

"This might be a far-fetched assumption, but is the Ascron race a race with vibrant life force or physical strength? Cause I don't understand why Petri, the petrification serpent you've seen earlier, wanted to absorb their compressed life force…"