The man in official attire is an ancient Grand General!!!
After so many years, the pride within his heart has grown even stronger.
The four people before him are infinitely smaller than him.
He might even be their ancestor.
Besides, he feels indignant.
Or rather, extremely indignant.
He believes that the two people before him managed to defeat him not due to their own strength.
But because they cheated.
As someone about to step into Half-step Innate, a zombie, he unexpectedly faints at the sight of blood???
How is that possible!!!
No!
Blood is like poison to him???
How can that be!
He belongs to a noble race that survives and enhances strength by consuming blood.
Thus, he doesn't want to respond now.
Even if it means death!
Just death, isn't it?
What's to fear!!!
It's not like he hasn't died before.
And!
Who are you?
Do you have the right to speak?
No matter what, you didn't defeat me!
