C806 The Threat of Language

"Phew! Phew!"

On the calm Sea of Divine Power, Kerim slowly descended. His two claws slightly touched the surface of the sea, causing waves to form.

"I hate those who come uninvited."

Looking at Kerim in front of her, Calita muttered with a cold face. Igrel could even feel the low pressure around her. It seemed that Calita was in a bad mood.

"It's not the first time, anyway