The King of Molten Iron before his eyes seemed not to have exerted his full strength.
Groom knew he had lost, utterly defeated.
But deep in his heart, a voice was screaming madly.
Can't die! Absolutely can't die here!
Otherwise, Celestia's echo, the obsession of vengeance, the future of the tribe.
...All responsibilities and concerns will completely vanish today with his death.
"No, I can't die yet!"
"Revenge unfulfilled, the tribe still in need, how can I... how can I die here?!"
The Mountain King let out a hoarse roar.
He poured all his remaining power, along with his longing for his homeland and resentment at fate, into his Legendary Equipment.
The Earth Ripper was raised high, buzzing and trembling, the earthy yellow light unprecedentedly fierce.
This strike gathered all his might and would be the strongest strike he had unleashed in his lifetime! It was also his last struggle.
"A dying struggle."
