"Don't even think about succeeding!"
The Death King, closest to the Life King, shouted vehemently, and countless grotesque arms suddenly emerged from the indescribable fog mass.
Each of these terrifying arms was studded with numerous bone spurs, exuding a dreadful aura of death, enough to annihilate everything it touched even with just a trace escaping.
These arms quickly enveloped the space where Tata was, like a vast net rapidly descending upon Tata. If hit by these arms, Tata would undoubtedly suffer severe injuries in an instant.
However, Tata seemed completely unaware of this terrifying crisis, as their eyes remained fixated on the direction of the Life King, not sparing the Death King a glance.
Because they knew, the other teammates would shield them from this strike.
"Are you not taking me seriously enough?"
