Varkas looked at Louis's hand resting on Dyan's head, his eyes narrowing slightly. He suddenly really wanted to bite Louis's hand off, then bite Dyan's head off as well.
Hmph, normally he showed far more strength than this. What was there to praise about a strike like Dyan's? Louis's judgment when it came to his subordinates was truly getting worse by the day…
Louis didn't care about the disgusted glare Varkas was shooting from the side. He looked at the hem of his coat clenched tightly in Dyan's hand. That spot was already soaked through with blood, and blood was still continuously seeping from Dyan's body.
Louis simply took off his coat, then pulled out another one from the Inner Realm and put it on. Fortunately, his shirt hadn't been stained with blood.
Varkas sneakily peeked at Louis. Was Louis planning to leave Dyan here? Great. It would be even better if he could deal with Dyan's flesh before they left.
