Constantine was unconscious, his face pale, and his butt curled up. His mouth would occasionally spit out some water, and sometimes a small fish or shrimp would be spat out.
Those small fish or shrimp would land on his chest and struggle for their lives.
Maxwell was standing on a large stone at the banks of the water with an ugly look on his face. He was still gasping for air while staring up at the cliff edge of the dense forest before saying to himself, "We finally escaped."
The toughness, strength, and defensive capabilities of the Walking Dead Lord were much more powerful than the berserk Volcanic Gecko.
There was only a single level difference between them, and the gap in strength was this large.
A below gold rank spawned beast was truly a tough existence.
The tougher it was, the more excited Maxwell became. The only reason was that the stronger the bosses, the better the equipment they would produce.
That Walking Dead Lord must die!
