On the battlefield.
Tory had already fallen into a frenzied state.
For so many years, there had not been a single Minotaur in the Minotaur Race that could challenge him, let alone injure him to this extent.
Looking at the scars on his body, punched by the Pink Bull, Tory exploded completely, howling to the sky.
"You bastard, don't think you're the only one who can explode!"
Tory's eyes, as big as copper bells, gradually turned a bizarre green.
The Pink Bull was surprised.
"Is power rapidly increasing?!"
"As long as I defeat you, I'll have my way with your wife, won't I? No Minotaur has ever done such a thing, but I will absolutely do the craziest thing after killing you—○ your wife in front of your grave!"
Tory bared a row of thick yellow teeth, the aura of the Minotaur enveloping his entire body.
Indeed, this was Tory's trump card as the Minotaur Chief—by using the greatest obsession of the Minotaur, he let his desire for combat inflate!
