Seeing the situation becoming worse, Donoghue shouted at Shentel, “Shentel, you need to leave. I’ll find you later!”

‘Shentel is not powerful enough. I can’t let the Pixiu hurt her,’ he thought.

“No!” Shentel shook her head, worried. “No, dear. I’m not leaving. Let’s retreat if it is too difficult.”

The Pixiu was just an enchanted beast that was guarding the ancient tomb. There was no need to stay there!

Donoghue shook his head firmly. “No, I must control him!”

He was the Prime Minister a