"I'm dhyieeeng..."
Different from the confident smirk he had as he cast his skill earlier, Zhan was sprawling on the ground as his muscles were either torn or twitched.
[The Strike of Apocalyptic Sun] was a great ability that let him inflict a burning curse on the thing he sliced and prevent regenerative ability, but the price for using that skill that sapped him off mana was a searing pain all over his muscle.
"Such a show-off," Gus nudged the groaning Spearman with his boots.
"Fuck off!"
"Fine, I'll fuck off--"
"No! No! Help me, fuck!"
Gus snickered and unapologetically poured a blue liquid all over the Spearman's limbs. Zhan let out a breath of relief as the painkiller worked its way into his system as they waited for Han Shin to travel all the way from the bottom of the cliff to where they were. The one who arrived first, however, was a panting archer.
