Gragas' condition was worse. His body was full of wounds, and he could barely move because of it.
"Ah, fuck! This is too much for me..."
He cursed as he leaned his back on a broken wall. Fighting three Annihilation Realm masters was too much for him. He wasn't even a peak Annihilation expert, so how could they let him fight several people at his level.
Cough! Cough!
He coughed up a mouthful of blood before his body fell to the ground.
Thud!
Three figures landed in front of him. They were his opponents, the three Annihilation Realm masters of the Witch Clan under the direct command of the Clan Leader.
"If you're going to kill me, just do it. I don't want to feel any pain." Gragas said to the three witches.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Eztein moved his body swiftly left and right as he avoided all kinds of attacks. He was doing fine compared to Gragas, who was on the death bed.
