438. Rage of General of Old

"Gahk!"

A trail of blood trickled down from the penetrated arnor. Many dents could be seen around his body parts while he clutched onto the gushing blood on his side waist. The previous target his brimmed in his visor had dimmed considerably, while a trace of wariness and anxiousness glinted in his eyes. 

After a while, each weapon he took out fell to the ground one by one. Every single one of them is either shattered or broken, with the soul within has dissipated completely. Soon, he would have run out of items to take out to fend the two fearsome foes before him. 

It has become two versus once since he had lost his cool and attempted to

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