"Damn it! How is this possible? How can this demon still survive after Luna and I unleashed our relentless, powerful attacks?"
Valen stood up with a gasp, gripping his chest in pain as he stared in astonishment at Heidel, who was tens of meters away.
For nearly an hour, he and Luna had fought against Heidel, but they had utterly failed to defeat him.
In that moment, his once proud and arrogant demeanor had vanished, replaced by a pitiful appearance.
The armor covering his body was shattered, exposing half of his broad chest, where a deep black slash extended all the way down to his abdomen, creating a horrifying sight for anyone who saw it.
Additional slashes ran from his neck to his chest, with fresh red blood still clearly visible.
In his entire life, Valen had never encountered such a horrifying condition; even during his fierce battles with Leon, the injuries he sustained had never been as terrifying as this.
