However, compared to what they said, Rod felt anxious inside, uncertain whether Asa could successfully lure out the Dung King as the puppet had described.
He could sense the position of the phantom, but since control had been handed over to Asa, Rod couldn't see what the phantom could see; he only knew it had burrowed into a massive heap of dung, moving through ancient layers of excrement.
Pollution doesn't significantly affect the phantom, though the erosion of the black fog has some impact. Rod could already feel that part of the phantom was damaged, but it wasn't serious, and the phantom could still hold on.
"Asa, have you found it?"
"Shut up while I'm working!"
"Are you bringing the Dung King in front of us, or just making it leave its hiding place?"
"Stop dreaming, I'm not your servant. I'll only make that disgusting creature leave its hiding place; the rest is up to you to handle."
