Frigid gaze!
Jerouch had opted for this skill, knowing how stealthy and deadly it was, and even though he wasn't sure entirely sure if he could finish off Agnar with just one skill, he still had to try anyway.
Standing on his feet, Jerouch wasn't in a better situation either as he staggered, almost falling to the floor once more.
As he took a stelp backwards, he wiced in pain, his face grimacing. His entire body was throbbing in fiery pains as he lost blood like a dying gladiator.
Gnashing his teeth, Jerouch summed up his mind putting behind the injury he had sustained.
Diving into the flickering shadows, he appeared several meters on another floor.
The patrol guards on this floor were also fast asleep just like the previous floors and the pungent stench of blood soon sprrad out from Jerouch's muddled silhouette.
