CHAPTER 738
"Cough, cough… hey Azrael, I'm not done."
Spinning around, Azrael saw Yami slowly rising.
Blood dripped from his head, nose, mouth, and side, splattering onto the ground and forming a small pool beneath his feet.
One hand clutched his side as he drew in a deep, raspy breath, his eyes steady yet burning with seething rage.
It felt as if the very air around him had shifted.
Yami steadied his breathing, letting Ki course through his body, augmenting and reinforcing his battered frame.
He staggered forward like a drunkard, movements erratic from lingering agony, while he glared at Azrael, whose brows flared sharply.
"Right from the start, I knew you were persistent and stubborn. But foolish too? Brother, you can do better."
Yami turned slightly to the side, not replying immediately, before spitting saliva onto the ground.
"... Before that saliva dries up, I'm escaping from here."
Azrael lifted an eyebrow in confusion.
