Wu Wen lay on the ground, with only half of her body left, barely supporting her upper body at a 30° angle.
There was no joy of victory, only a look of horror.
Because before her lay the Deputy Prison Warden,
even though he had only half of his body left, his head had been pierced through and simultaneously eroded by the Prison Director's fractals and the taboo.
His arm was stretched forward, trying to crush Wu Wen's head.
It was only the mass of flesh and blood fibers attached to Bergen's back that barely stopped this action.
Finally,
this Deputy Prison Warden, this genius of the old era, ceased his life activities. He died by his own blade and in the hands of the person he once admired most.
Huff... Huff...
Wu Wen had expected this battle to be difficult, but she hadn't thought it would be this hard.
She had given it everything she had, knowing that any mistake in the process would result in her death.
