Leslie couldn't hold on any longer!
As Taylor was about to leave, this thought suddenly crossed his mind. Regret flooded his heart.
If he had endured just a little longer, even with his severely injured body, Leslie—whose level was far below his own and who had burned her mana core—would have been left completely helpless, a wounded husk, at his mercy.
Yet, fear of death and Leslie's unwavering resolve had forced him to retreat.
Throughout their intense battle, Taylor had sensed Leslie's strength waning.
However, each time he believed she had reached her limit, Leslie had somehow managed to persevere.
This repeated disappointment instilled a sliver of fear deep within him.
Her willpower was unmatched by any Middle Earth warrior or ascetic he had encountered.
It was as if nothing could stop her once she set her mind to something.
Damn it!
