"Graaa!"
The dark elf struggled, the veins on his forehead popping in anger.
In reality, he wasn't all that much bothered about the black slimy pungent tar sludge sticking on his body.
But to think that someone had planned, strategized, and toyed with him like how he had toyed with his prey made him livid.
Such a thing was extremely humiliating to anyone, not to mention someone like him.
However, unfortunately, it was just the beginning.
The dark elf soon found that the tar dripping on his body was equally irritating.
The sludge prevented him from entering stealth again and vanishing from the vision of the opponent.
This was the dark elf's favorite method of attacking.
He liked to terrorize his enemy and give them the maximum mental pressure before swooping in to enjoy the kill.
But now, he was not able to do that.
"Graaa! Seniko drettty!"
