In another area of the Crimson Mantis Zone, the corpses of the lackeys belonging to Weizer could be seen sprawled about the verdant ground, looking as if they were chopped into two by two blades. Their blood stained the lush earth, as the looks on their faces was one of peril.
At this moment, Weizer was fleeing for his life with his two axes in hand, his entire body covered in a series of wounds that gave him a pitiful appearance. Even his glamorous armor had worn areas and breakages due to the violent onslaught that almost took his life.
If one looked behind them, they would notice that the towering silhouette of a Crimson Blade Mantis was in hot pursuit. Its red eyes having a sharp glint as its crimson-colored blade-like arms were protruded before it, chopping away madly at any obstacle in its path.
