Anon's situation was at a breaking point. There were countless wounds throughout his body, and blood continuously spilled from his orifices.
One of his arms had been reduced to a state where most of it was torn off, and the rest revealed his bones. It barely hung onto the rest of his flesh.
Warm tears of blood streamed down his cheeks uncontrollably as he retreated.
But the short white beast man had seen this human retreat like this on multiple occasions and then utilize the gourd on his waist to mystically recover from his injuries.
The short white beast man might be a beast, but as a mid-level beast general, even with its low intellect, it wasn't to the point that it moved solely on instinct.
Anon did not have the necessary time. As he was about to remove the longevity healing gourd from his waist, the short white beast man attacked.
