The massive kobold Reed raised his millstone-sized fist once more. Without the slightest hesitation, violent power gathered in his thick arm, and the gust it generated even blew away the dust on the ground.
Another heavy, muffled thud rang out as the huge fist smashed viciously into Bell's face, which was covered by the protective membrane.
The emerald-green membrane remained resilient, rippling and flashing violently as it completely absorbed and neutralized the terrifying physical impact.
Protected by the membrane, Bell's head was only jolted slightly backward and suffered no substantial damage.
But to Bell, this was a hundred times more painful than having his head smashed apart.
He could clearly watch Reed's rough fist grow larger before his eyes, feel the tremors caused by the fist wind brushing across the membrane, and even imagine the rank stench clinging to that fist.
Such naked humiliation—being casually beaten like an object—was unbearable for someone like Bell.
Yet he could do nothing now but endure this humiliation.
An indescribable frenzy, mixed with extreme rage, humiliation, resentment, and despair, surged like an out-of-control volcano, violently smashing through the last dam holding back Bell's consciousness.
His remaining eye was instantly swallowed by scarlet bloodshot veins. His pupil dilated to its limit, revealing an inhuman madness. At that moment, the blood in his body seemed to boil completely and flow backward.
A huge mouthful of thick, nearly pitch-black filthy blood, mixed with tiny fragments of internal organs, erupted violently from Bell's mouth like a fountain.
The blood even carried a scorching heat as it splattered against the inner wall of the protective membrane, hissing with corrosion and leaving behind large, shocking dark-red stains.
Then Bell's body stiffened abruptly, as though every bone had been pulled from it, before convulsing violently several times.
That crazed, bloodshot eye