"Ah! My face!" The Barbarian Saint reached out to catch his fallen face, crying out in anguish, "God of Slaughter, you're damned! You've disgraced me completely!"
"Not completely, your right face is still there, isn't it?" Huang Yi tightly grasped the Wrath of the Godslayer, speaking gravely.
As his words fell, the right side of the Barbarian Saint's face also finally fell off.
At this moment, the Barbarian Saint was covered with wounds, even his face was gone, utterly devoid of the lofty demeanor he had before.
He glared with his round eyes, eyes blood-red, tossed away his own face, abandoning it, and charged fiercely towards Huang Yi on the back of the Little Dragon.
The Little Dragon raised its head, shielding Huang Yi behind it, then opened its Dragon's Mouth and spewed a stream of Dragon Flame towards the Barbarian Saint, blocking his inevitable path.
