Davis stood tall, the reincarnation spear in his hand glowing fiercely, swirling with the otherworldly energy of life and death. His gaze was steady, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips, but his muscles were tense, every fiber of his being ready for the next assault.
He couldn't afford to make a mistake and get beheaded again.
He may revive in nine seconds if he were to die, but his women would be in danger. Instead of leaving them with the Death Puppets, he wished that he had taken them into his life ring. Then again, his life ring was almost cleaved apart by Autarch Elluro Coldwing.
Perhaps Autarch Elluro Coldwing that might have some extravagant loot and didn't target his rings, but that worked in his favor. Fortunately, the rings were also at Empyrean Grade to sustain the impact. After all, he plundered his two Death Puppets, taking their spatial rings and life rings.
