The Obsidian Gargoyles

Right before the battle began, Zhang Yang quickly unsummoned Whitey and summoned the Mythical Turtle out. Things might get difficult, and he needed another powerful ‘tanker’ by his side.

"Hehehe, actual, living, breathing souls, stepping into this place! Can you recall how long ago was it since the last living soul set foot into our lair, Gillock?" Marginte was speaking in a sharp, weird voice, and he would make some weird noises as he spoke.

Gillock paused and gave some thought before replying, "Should be... about 15 to 16 years ago!"

"So it’s been that long already? Hiss hehe!" Marginte suddenly unfurled his wings and flew up into the air, and the next thing was him flying at Zhang Yang and the ladies, "This is going to be a hell lot of fun! Weehee! "

"Hahaha! Marginte, please restrain yourself a little bit here! You’re scaring our guests! At least leave one alive for me!" Gillock was also flapping his wings and began to fly into the air, and followed suit!