"Damn!" Hector's face twisted in agony as he tried to pull the Jailer's sword out of his abdomen.
However, it was really hard for him.
The reason was simple: the three Jailers were Adept-Rank Awakened individuals.
He could feel it clearly from the mana they released—it meant they were at the same level as an Academy Instructor.
"Urg!" Blood dripped from his mouth, and his consciousness began to fade.
His wounds might have regenerated, but at this moment, it was nearly impossible—he had already used too much mana in the battle with Berry.
Now, the remaining mana in his body was just enough to keep him alive.
"Watch out! He'll die if you do it like that!... Don't make the young master angry," Lesley said calmly.
"Sigh… I know." The muscular Jailer sighed and shrugged helplessly before quickly pulling his sword from Hector's abdomen.
At that moment, Hector nearly collapsed, clutching his blood-soaked abdomen in pain.
