Later on, because the sword was covered in too much blood, to avoid it looking too shabby, Xia Nan was too lazy to swing the sword again and simply picked up the rusty wooden club left by the goblin on the ground, or directly used his bare hands to grant them death.
"Squeak!"
The ugly, stinky mouth splattered with viscous saliva, the hunched and small body was like a panicked green rat, trying to escape the danger behind it.
But for some reason, this moment felt like a magnet was fixed behind it, slowing its speed under the influence of an invisible attraction from behind.
In the end, even taking a step forward required all its strength.
Its body, covered in sores, muscles tense and trembling, swelling as if to burst the thin paper-like skin above, made brittle creaking sounds under the strain, as if it would collapse at any moment.
Compared to its kind, whose bodies were incomplete, lying on the ground letting their life force slowly slip away, wailing.
