"Those useless fools!! Shit, at this rate, I would be dying too! And, there's no way I could let this body fall into that bastard's hand! Or else the consequences would be catastrophic!!" He desperately looked around for any type of solution. His situation was far more desperate than it seemed.
Malworon cursed, "If only I could use the Radiant Monarch Physique!"
Just looking at that form of Rahu sent a chill down his spine! The laws were way too horrendous and overpowered. As he looked around, his eyes suddenly shone. Three figures were reflected in those golden orbs. Seeing them, a small, malicious smile appeared on his face.
Cold sweat soaked Shakkar's entire robes, and the ground around the tower began to shake. The Black clouds were slowly covering them from all sides.
Every breath felt heavier than the last, the screams were no individual voices…they sounded merged into a single, continuous wail of despair.
