The middle-aged man slammed hard into the ground, and the violent impact made him cough up another mouthful of blood.
The blood spilled onto the altar and was slowly absorbed.
As if unaware, the middle-aged man climbed back up and knelt before the hexagonal pillar once more, lowering his head to the ground.
"Please calm your anger, Master. Your subordinate failed in his duties. Please punish me!"
the middle-aged man said in a deep voice.
"Of course you failed in your duties, you worthless trash!" A vicious glint shone in Shadow's scarlet eyes. A cloud of red mist directly enveloped the middle-aged man, who immediately let out a miserable howl. Veins bulged across his body, blood vessels protruding beneath his skin with a deep crimson hue, making him look especially grotesque.
The middle-aged man rolled back and forth across the ground, gritting his teeth tightly. For an expert like him to be reduced to such a state, the pain he endured was simply unimaginable.
"I did not hold your first failure against you. I even personally enhanced their strength, yet the second time, your entire force was wiped out. What use do I have for a pack of useless trash like you!"
Shadow's voice became stern. The red mist grew denser, and the middle-aged man's wails became even more shrill.
"Master, spare my life!" The middle-aged man clutched the ground tightly with both hands and begged with difficulty.
"Hmph, useless thing!" Shadow snorted and slowly withdrew the red mist. Only then did the middle-aged man breathe a sigh of relief and collapse limply onto the ground.
"Worthless trash, get up at once!" Shadow shouted harshly.
The middle-aged man shuddered, forced himself up, and knelt there respectfully.
"What exactly happened? Those two pieces of trash may have been garbage, but they