Good times pass especially quickly, there always comes a time to say goodbye.
The rehabilitation warm-up exercises of the Heavenly Slaughter Duke didn't even start before they ended...
After realizing the gap between them, vaguely guessing the other party's terrifying nature, abandoned successively by the Great Group and Slaughter, and then witnessing his own Sacrificial Master defect.
Within one night, first his blood-cleansing fleet was utterly annihilated, then his stronghold was completely captured, and he fell into the hands of an old ghost borrowing a body to come back to life, unable to seek life or death.
Moreover, he had already lost his son before, his dignity gone...
Don't mention Pacquiao, anyone would find it unbearable.
He had been utterly crushed.
Crying and wailing, rolling in the swamp of blood like a maggot, even if repeatedly tortured by the Heavenly Slaughter Duke, still unwilling to pick up his weapon again.
