The dragon palm, covered in rough scales, pressed on Maica's lower abdomen wound to prevent it from deteriorating during the battle. A new bloodstain marked his left eye.
Only Abel and Edmund still stood by his side.
Magi had retreated to the side, clutching his empty right shoulder, his expression filled with pain and anger.
He was close to laughing.
He just blocked a fatal blow for Abel; the sacrifice and effort were worthwhile. Losing his right arm was an unexpected delight.
Once this matter was over, he would become Abel's fully trusted confidant, and as long as he followed him in the future, money and power would come his way.
Maica swung his heavy arm towards Abel's chest.
Abel dodged easily.
The Chief Apprentice tried to persuade him in a gentle tone:
"Surrender. There's no need to throw your life away for Lite, and we have Alice in our hands. You've lost your reason to resist."
Maica spat: