"Ahhhhhh!"
It screamed the moment blood started to gush out of its neck; usually, such injuries are nothing to a powerhouse like it, but in this place, they are fatal, and this Lionman was barely holding on before.
Injury is a minute thing; what is important is that Ashlyn had torn through its protection, giving the dense curse energy to infiltrate its body.
The Lionman is screaming as it tries to bridge the gap in its protections, but all its efforts are turning into nothing; things are becoming even worse for it.
A curse begins to spread into its body, its huge red body turning into faint orange, and the protection covering 99% of its body is also withering away fast.
It seemed to understand the severity of its predicament as it looked at the Opel thistles longingly before it started to get up; it is clear that it is planning to leave, and I have no intention of stopping it just like before.
