"Ahhh! It hurts so much, I can't stand it! Help me!" The crown prince of the Stellar Empire, once a figure of authority, was now rolling on the ground like a mudfish, frantically writhing in agony.
The pale flames had caught onto Silas's clothing, rapidly scorching his skin and relentlessly stabbing at his nerves, driving him to scream like a madman.
Charles listened to the piercing cries in his ears, showing not a hint of pity in his eyes. He tightened his grip on the [black gold long knife], preparing to deliver another blow.
At this moment, although Silas was in pain, he still had some fighting capability. After all, he had elevated from a Level Four Beast Master to a Level Five Beast Master, and his physical condition was decent enough to endure a bit longer.
If he could withstand the pain and mount a counterattack, Charles might have regarded him with a bit more respect.
But unfortunately, he couldn't!
In the next instant,
