Sol leaned back, his head thudding against the cold rock wall. His voice rattled from his chest like the final toll of a cracked bell.
"Now it's your turn to pay for barging into my home… and threatening your elder brother like a bastard you are…" he exhaled shakily, "If I'm going to die, I will take you along with me..."
Hahaha—keuk!
Again, Sol coughed out a mouthful of blood but his smile never faded.
"You mad bastard!" Cyan roared. "Don't let me get to you or I'll twist your bones until no one recognize you!"
This madman really used that banish soul manipulation ability to lure those beasts. Even with ten bodies, fighting a horde while avoiding to get bitten by those infectious beasts will be very tough for him.
"Just drop dead already! Once I finish those beasts, your head will decorate my den!"
In a fit of rage, Cyan's serpentine body split into three spectral forms—phantoms of wrath and venom.
Sol continued to laugh mockingly.
