Jemengard was shocked and infuriated. This was the first time it had suffered such a huge loss since it gained consciousness. Although it was unwilling to admit it, it did feel the threat of death.
However, until now, Jemengard could not believe that the pressure of death was brought on by this seemingly insignificant human.
However, the blade of the other party's knife was indeed stained with his blood. It looked exceptionally ferocious, as if it was reminding him of the source of the wound on his cheek. What confused him even more confused was that the target was clearly in his poisonous fog, but he was still alive and kicking. On the contrary, Jemengard was becoming weaker and weaker.
Even Jemengard began to wonder who it was that it really poisoned.
