"You seemed quite tired." The Silver Ghoul said tauntingly; I just looked at it before continued fighting.
Fourteen hours have passed since I had started fighting, and it is now using its eighth fighting style.
All eight of these fighting styles are different from others, making it very dangerous for me when it suddenly changes into a different fighting style.
Four times, I had nearly survived by less than an inch against its Trident; one time, it had nearly pierced through my head. If not for me moving away in time, I would have really been stabbed, which would have been very bad for me.
Not only that, despite furiously refining mana every second, my mana is continuously declining. I am using more of it, and I am refining and have only 40% of it remaining in my Refinement Tower's storage.
