Becoming a hero, the heart and head are no longer fatal weaknesses, even if damaged, they don't lead to immediate death.
The chest of the religious leader was hollow, with blood pouring out like a waterfall, soaking the scorched earth beneath into a dark red hue.
The hero's constitution made the muscles instinctively wriggle, trying to heal themselves, but they were suppressed by the tainted light entwined around the wound, unable to recover.
And the gaze fixed tightly on Wu Heng transformed into a mix of fear and vigilance.
Miscalculated.
Originally thought that without a weapon, he could have the upper hand, but the opponent's fists seemed even more ferocious.
Directly beaten into this state.
Not far away, the sounds of battle between the other two Church Heroes gradually thinned out, while their glances continually darted over here.
Wu Heng's mage robe fluttered, with crimson patterns flowing like lava on his skin.
