The one who could turn the Dalmatian into mush might exist, but it’s definitely not Polo Ye.
As Angel regretted Polo Ye didn’t hit the Dalmatian, the daring dog began to bark "Wang wang wang" again.
But this time, the Dalmatian was barking at Observer.
Observer thought the Dalmatian barking at him meant "everything has spirit" and was expressing gratitude for helping. But when he activated Beast Language Mastery, he found—
"Strange, why can’t Beast Language Mastery understand its barking?"
Angel quietly remarked beside him: See, even the Legendary Wizard’s Beast Language Mastery can’t understand your dog’s barking, you’re just barking aimlessly, aren’t you!!
Observer pondered, thinking perhaps the Dalmatian was too young. Beast Language Mastery was just a comprehensive portrayal of sound frequency, emotion, and spiritual expression; maybe the little puppy wasn’t well-versed, hence it had little effect applied to it.
Anyway, the puppy barking at him should be in gratitude. That or why would it bark at him and not others?
The Observer self-confidently assumed.
To express himself, the Observer even stretched out his hand, intending to pat the little puppy’s head.
But before he could touch it, the little puppy agilely leaped into the air, avoiding the Observer’s hand, and did a 360-degree spin in the air, landing smoothly... in Angel’s arms.
After landing in Angel’s arms, it even snuggled comfortably against Angel’s hand.
Observer: "..." Was he being disliked?
Polo Ye squinted at Angel: "You..."
Angel awkwardly smiled: "I’m really not familiar with it; it’s really not my dog, believe me."
As Angel spoke, the Dalmatian’s head popped out from Angel’s embrace, its innocent eyes scanning around. Suddenly, it fixed its gaze on the distant Mysterious Fruit.
More accurately, it fixed its gaze on the Spirit of Disorder, which had already lost its limbs and was about to lose its head.
The Dalmatian squinted its eyes and softly barked: "Wang Wang—" It seemed the time was almost up. If this continued, it would truly form, and that wouldn’t be good...
No one understood what the Dalmatian meant, but under everyone’s gaze, the Dalmatian stretched its body and leaped from Angel’s arms.
Despite not being wrapped in any energy, it stood steadily in midair.
At this moment, the crowd had no particular thoughts, just a slight astonishment in their hearts: they didn’t expect to be mistaken, that this dog was actually not ordinary, and could even remain suspended in mid-air?
But in the next second, everyone’s emotions peaked, their eyes wide open.
Because the Dalmatian ran.
The Dalmatian ran.
Ran...
Yes, under the gaze of all, it walked out of the twisted domain, out of the green texture domain, leisurely strolling in mid-air, with its target being the distant Mysterious Fruit.
Actually, if it just ran out, that would be one thing.
The most important part is that its moist black eyes remained clean and clear, without a hint of impurity, and certainly no crimson hue.
This meant it was not affected by the attraction.
Everyone was shocked by this scene, even Gluz Deward looked at the little puppy’s stroll in amazement.
At this moment, no one spoke, all attention fixed on the little puppy; they could not believe that the attraction that could affect half of the Wizards’ Realm was actually ineffective against a dog? What kind of logic was this?
The gaze of the crowd had no impact on the Dalmatian; it continued to slowly make its way toward the Mysterious Fruit.
Instead, it seemed like the absorption speed of the Spirit of Disorder by the Mysterious Fruit increased, though it might have just been everyone’s illusion. How could the Mysterious Fruit be influenced by external factors and accelerate on its own? Besides, it was just a mere dog.
Those who entertained such thoughts couldn’t help but have another question: at this point, is that dog truly just a "mere" dog?
What dog can walk in the air, what dog can be fearless of the mysterious?
What exactly is this dog?
Perhaps only Angel knows the answer. Although Angel strongly denied any relation with the Dalmatian, seeing how the dog willingly leaped into his arms, it’s hard to believe they are not connected somehow.
However, even though they wanted to question Angel, it was not the right time; they were more curious about what the dog intended to do now.
Since it wasn’t affected by the attractive force, what was its purpose in heading toward the Mysterious Fruit?
Soon enough, they got their answer.
The Dalmatian leisurely reached the Mysterious Fruit, inspected it left and right... Then, it opened its big mouth and swallowed the Mysterious Fruit, including the half-formed Spirit of Disorder, like slurping noodles.
Everyone clearly witnessed the Dalmatian’s throat move, genuinely swallowing the Mysterious Fruit down its belly.
At that moment, if everyone could show their true expressions, probably each would be gaping with their eyes wide open.
This scene was too astonishing.
The Mysterious Fruit, which everyone longed for and feared at the same time, vanished just like that.
Disappeared so simply, vanished so casually.
The feeling was akin to a treasured gem they yearned for now being a fallen, rotting fruit casually gnawed away by a passing dog.
This strong sense of anticlimax made their emotions inexplicably complicated.
And at this moment, before anyone had gathered their thoughts, the Dalmatian that swallowed the Mysterious Fruit turned its head toward them.
Then, the Dalmatian raised its head and howled at the sky, looking exceedingly proud.
If this were in ordinary times, they would think it merely sounded cute and not intimidating at all.
But now, everyone was silent, with wary eyes directed at the Dalmatian. To swallow a nearly formed Mysterious Object, such a creature they had never encountered before, who could not be cautious?
Yet, within this wariness, some had eyes burning with passion for the Dalmatian.
It was precisely Gluz Deward.
As an aficionado in collecting wondrous creatures, he was immensely fervent whenever he saw any rare and magical being. Moreover, this was a being capable of swallowing Mysterious Fruits.
Gluz Deward was excited, although he also perceived the reality: for now, he probably couldn’t get that Dalmatian.
But it was no matter... that dog had a connection with Angel.
And he had already taken a liking to Angel.
As long as he abducted Angel, there would be an opportunity to get that dog.
However, perhaps not this time. With that dog around, it seems they might not be able to abduct Angel today. But it didn’t matter; knowing Angel’s identity, he would find a way to take him away eventually.
Gluz Deward had already considered future possibilities, but he hadn’t noticed the plump Void Traveler glaring at him with resentment.
And that Dalmatian, after eating the Mysterious Fruit, slowly walked toward them.
Gluz Deward, wanting to make a good impression on the dog in advance, flashed a smile.
Yet, the Dalmatian ignored him. As it approached the crowd,
it slowly opened its mouth...