Shen Ye gasped a few times, mustered his strength to stand up, and said with disdain,
"Today I've fought several battles, and yours is the smallest, so I saved it for last."
The Skinner let out a burst of derisive laughter.
With his extensive combat experience, he could easily tell—
This young man was at the end of his rope.
"Shen Ye, while I'm still full of spirit, you are overly tired; tsk tsk, that's not good, it will affect the taste..."
The Skinner looked him up and down with a face full of malice, even licking his lips, revealing a mouth full of black, rotten teeth.
"What are you looking at? Looking for death?" Shen Ye frowned in displeasure.
Indeed.
Although the summoned creatures had vanished, The Skinner had hardly expended any effort.
His own attributes were nearly depleted.
And he still had more than half left!
How should the fight continue?
"What are you looking at!"
"What are you looking at!!!"
The Undead roared angrily along with him.
