Chapter 52: The Red Silence
Vargas pressed his trembling, blood-soaked hands against the base of the golden pillar, and slowly forced himself to his feet.
Every slight movement caused intense agony from the fractured bones in his chest.
A few paces away, Drask was in an even more miserable state.
The devastating internal damage from the Void Fist had drained almost every last ounce of his combat strength.
He was swaying on his feet.
Across the vast antechamber, the sharp clashing of metal rang out continuously.
"Die! Die for killing my family members!"
Byron grumbled like a madman, swinging his sword wildly at Roderick.
Clang! Clang!
Roderick casually raised his broadsword, effortlessly deflecting the frantic strikes.
Despite both of them being at the ninth level of the Essence Condensation Realm, the disparity in their actual combat experience was glaring.
