A lizard with a broken tail.
That was an apt description of White-eyes!
With his back ripped apart, flooding with blood and his bones peeking out at the place where the cut was deepest.
Luckily, he was quick to react. With only his back hurt, he used whatever energy that was left in him to duck and ran away, avoiding death
Had the Blood Descendant continued to stab at him, he would have died a horrible death!
"Don't get your hopes up just yet… Hack hack… I'm still not dead yet…"
White-eyes stood as far away as he could, taking in large heaving breaths of air.
His injury was only a flesh wound, nothing major. It was not enough to strike him out.
"You were able to escape that, one. But could you escape 15 more of those?"
The Grand Leader of the Blood Descendants looked disdainfully at White-eyes.
Two even more rabid Wind Blades was already in his hands, ready to take White-eyes life at any moment.
