"You lost," Henmu's sharp voice swept through the enemy whose strength was the strongest here. Her voice was like a trigger to the sharp arrows lodged within his body.
The man grunted, then puked a mouthful amount of blood, "A gamble… has been lost," He said.
Another blood fell out of his mouth like a waterfall.
This man was from a red scale race who were known under Salamandra name. Their home was on one of the ascended floors, so they weren't any cheap opponents at all.
Many people and elves had fallen to their flames.
Now, those scorched as highly as possible to extinguish Henmu's arrows and applied techniques off its body.
However, he had been regularly getting weakened by the elves and so he was unable to go further.
More and more blood slipped outside from his mouth, lips and ears… His eyes soon dwelled with the red liquid as well and the death was the last step that soon stomped on his body.
