"You're sick!"
"You're sick too!"
By the time the Holy Knights found Sick-Sick, only five Celestial Dragons were still alive.
And that devil was standing right beside those five Celestial Dragons.
"You, don't do anything rash!"
The knights knew all too well how lethal Sick-Sick was, and none dared get too close.
Sick-Sick counted them. Five Holy Knights in total.
Before he came, Randall had left him enough life force to inflict Certain-Death Disease fifteen times.
He could inflict diseases like Blue Death Disease with his ability alone, without expending any life force.
Only opponents with Admiral-level strength were worth using Certain-Death Disease on.
Sick-Sick spread his lips into a death god's smile.
"Sick-Sick, calm down!
If you stop now, we can guarantee you'll survive!"
No one with a functioning brain would believe that.
Sick-Sick had already slaughtered the Celestial Dragons.
Once the five behind him died, the Celestial Dragons would be wiped out.
But Sick-Sick wasn't afraid of death at all now.
He would offer his heart to his master!
"You've fallen ill!"
"You've all fallen ill!"
Sick-Sick smiled sickly, baring his stark white teeth.
Their expressions changed drastically at his words.
Do you have any fucking decency? At least tell us what the diseases are called!
"Ha, I've figured it out! He's bluffing!
These certain-death diseases consume his life force!
There's no way he can kill all five of us by himself!"
One knight suddenly laughed.
Three seconds later, he died.
He had contracted a disease that killed him if he spoke.
The other four went pale.
Fuck, we don't even dare move!
Three seconds later, another one died.
He had contracted a disease that killed him if he stood still like a statue.
The others nearly pissed themselves on the spot.
"Brother, you're my brother! Please!
Spare