Streaking through the air like a Dark Giant Dragon, the fleeing Holy Crown Dark Gunman's face was utterly frigid.
He was never particularly skilled in speed to begin with.
Just now, he had endured several rounds of bombardment from Forbidden Curses. Not only was his Demon Tree Holy Armor cracked and dented, but even his own Sequence had become shaky and unstable.
Especially that terrifying bolt of black thunder.
It was like a hand of Death reaching out from ancient times, clutching his heart in that instant and making him feel the threat of Death.
As he gradually put distance between himself and the battlefield, he noticed the two Level 15s were still audacious enough to hunt him down.
The rage in Dark Gunman Baluan's heart steadily grew.
'A moment ago, I was slightly concerned when all those Extraordinary beings were ganging up on me. But now? Just the two of you dare to chase me, a mighty Holy Crown? You're courting death.'
"Die!"
His figure blurred.
