Emma slowed her descent, steadying herself just a few meters above the surface of the Nine Hell River. The humid air rushed toward her.
All six of her Mystical Beasts were water-based, and the dense water attribute energy around her instantly made her feel as if her combat power had increased by at least thirty percent.
If the battle took place in her advantageous terrain, she might not be able to defeat the Serpentkin man, but at least she wouldn't be at such a disadvantage.
However, when she glanced in the direction the Serpentkin was heading, she realized he seemed to be targeting the person who had just given her that crucial advice.
Her brow furrowed, and she quickly followed after him...
"Boy, do you know you're courting death?"