Thomas looked at Morgan, who had fallen to the ground, and he chuckled as if what he had done was funny.
Morgan moaned softly, trying to reach Thomas' feet, trying to keep the man away from him.
The pain in his heart made it almost impossible to breathe, just like when Thomas slashed his body with the silver sword, he felt pain everywhere.
This brat is getting naughty and can't be taught anymore!
"Brat, don't… don't you dare run away!"
Morgan spits out fresh blood from his mouth. His hands couldn't reach Thomas' feet, which were retreating along with the silver sword he was dragging. The devil laughed.
"Damn it, does this make me look funny?!" Morgan glared. He was lying on the ground, almost wallowing in his blood. "I… I will beat you up later!"
