Longinus looked up with a grim expression but did not give chase. Once King flew out of the prison's relatively narrow, cramped confines and into the vast blue sky, that would be his territory.
At that moment, the constant pain in his right hand kept stimulating his nerves. Longinus lowered his head and saw a horrifying hole in his palm, almost completely piercing through it. It was clearly the wound left by King's accelerated beak.
However, the blood energy replenished by the Seven Star Sword was gradually flowing into his body, and granulation tissue kept writhing in the hole. It looked disgusting, but the wound was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even so, Longinus did not continue. Instead, he took the initiative to sever his body's connection with the Seven Star Sword.
If the wound isn't serious enough, how can I highlight my contribution to the Great Prison? Besides, my body's recovery ability can temporarily serve as a trump card. It would be better not to reveal it for now. Having arranged everything, Longinus slumped onto the ground with his right knee raised and one hand resting weakly upon it. Sweat kept seeping out as his breathing gradually grew heavy.
Not long afterward, a furious figure charged up, followed closely by two figures covered in the stench of blood.
"Just what kind of battle could reduce Scorching Hell to this state?" Magellan arrived at LEVEL 4 by treading through the air, barely able to believe that the scene of ruins before him was the Scorching Hell he remembered.
"What an incomparably rich scent of blood, so fragrant and intoxicating!" Shiryu licked the corner of his mouth with an almost perverse expression. From the lingering scent in the air, he actually deduced, "At least a thousand prisoners