A nauseating bloody stench permeated the air. Seth's figure was illusory, countless false bodies had manifested across the drifting rock's landscape.
He confronted the short white beast man from the moment it made its transformation, and the two had been in a stalemate for some time now.
But as the battle continued, Seth's face darkened more and more. He was already in a critical state before the second battle against the short white beast man had commenced.
Though he had many wounds across his body, such physical wounds were only superficial. But what truly hampered him was the weakness of his spirit.
Currently, Seth was extremely drained.
At this moment, there was a blur that brushed past. Anon worked alongside Seth as the duo battled against the short white beast man without saying a word to each other.
After such a long time, these two geniuses worked in unison.
