In just over ten minutes, only a few disciples of the Soul Demon Sect remained standing; the rest lay sprawled on the ground, writhing in pain. Trystan, panting heavily, was overwhelmed with exhaustion. His body ached from the intense effort, leaving him unable to unleash another devastating strike.
Seeing so many disciples injured, anxiety gnawed at him, compounding his frustration.
Pfft!
He spurted out a gush of fresh blood, and immediately, his aura drastically diminished.
“Father!”
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