"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Akad's body was like a tattered rag tossed on the ground, relentlessly trampled by the Furious Demon named Siegle.
Siegle wielded the giant axe, sweeping away any approaching blood slaves—the disparity in quality and quantity was so vast.
Akad couldn't defend against Siegle's descent from the sky, nor could he escape Siegle's bull-like hooves. In such a situation, apart from constantly depleting his own "life," Akad could do nothing at all.
Watching the thick hooves stomp on him again and again, Akad's frustration was beyond measure — if his body were unharmed, with a physique at Peak Level 6, he wouldn't be lying under a brawny man's feet, teetering between life and death like a pile of garbage...
"Wen Yu... Boss... save me..."
Just a single sentence, and Akad had already died nearly a hundred times, and this rate was still escalating.
"Hold on a bit longer, I'm searching for the target."
"The target, the target is right on me!"
