"Siscardin, you're about to die. Are you really not going to call Kashiliuwu over to help?"
Above the sea, Qin Chuan watched Siscardin's Health Bar approach empty and offered the suggestion in all sincerity.
Siscardin actually wanted to call Kashiliuwu over too.
But not to turn the tables. He wanted Kashiliuwu to buy him enough time to return to the Corrupted Void.
If Kashiliuwu defeated this mortal, all the better. Their Faceless One army could crush that human city.
If Kashiliuwu lost and got killed instead, Siscardin would lose nothing.
He could build up his strength and claim the next Faceless Champion title for himself.
But no matter how carefully Siscardin calculated, one crucial condition remained.
Kashiliuwu had to be willing to come.
In fact, Siscardin had already tried to contact Kashiliuwu, without success.
Brothers at heart, unreachable by phone when it mattered.
Siscardin's life was now a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.
To Siscardin, death itself was not particularly frightening.
They were Faceless Ones, Creations of the Ancient God. Even if killed, they would return to the Corrupted Void and be reborn. It was only a question of how long it would take.
In that respect, Faceless Ones were much like Demons. As long as their souls survived, they could resurrect without limit.
That was the real reason Siscardin had not retreated.
But with things as they were, there was little point in continuing the fight.
Five Mutated Naga had been temporarily elevated to Deep Sea Spokespersons, only to drop dead before firing a single shot. Worse, they had become stepping stones for the enemy. Siscardin could hardly bear it.
This mortal's combat power made no sense.
Honestly, if the one facing him had been a true god, Siscardin would not have felt