If it wasn't for the appearance of their spirit bodies, Jacob would have already battered the Black Copper Robe warriors to death with his fists.
The spirits were extremely powerful. Acting as a cushion, they were capable of negating half the power of Jacob's punch.
As Jacob expended spiritual energy at a rapid rate, the golden dragons that covered his fists gradually faded.
The sight of Jacob's dissipating strength delighted Sebastian, for he hadn't expected the group of more than ten Black Copper Robe warriors to be able to defeat the former.
"He's almost done for! Pile it on!" Sebastian urged.
As they, too, noticed that Jacob was being weakened, the eyes of the Black Copper Robe warriors sparkled with hope.
"Hmph! Do you really think that you can kill me?" Jacob roared at the top of his lungs.
