'Damn it! The Holy Artifact of our Blood Race... destroyed in my hands!'
Brooks gazed at the White Bone Armor as it disintegrated into a fine, white mist before his eyes.
His heart sank straight into a bottomless abyss.
This battle had branded Brooks a sinner to his entire Blood Race.
To the Blood Race as a whole, the importance of a Holy Artifact far outweighed that of a Prince.
However, Brooks quickly snapped back to reality.
He snapped back because there was a far more pressing matter at hand. The Holy Artifact was only destroyed because he had severely underestimated Chu He's strength.
'Is this guy really just an ordinary human?'
'How could he have cultivated such a crude form of Martial Arts to such a pinnacle of perfection?'
He had originally relied on the protection of the White Bone Armor, formed from the Bone Zither, thinking he could slaughter Chu He without a single flaw in his defense.
But now the tables had turned, and he was the one about to be slaughtered.
