Inside the black smog was a perilous situation. The black mist seemed alive, stretching out countless tentacles that charged at Felix.

"Dancing Dragon!" Felix let out another command.

The battle raged inside the smog. But outside, Atlas stood with his arms crossed and a faint smile on his lips.

"Mr. Marlow, don't worry. I have it under control. I won't kill him."

Although he didn't receive a response from Dickson, it didn't dampen Atlas' confidence in winning the battle.

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