Thud!
When Marquis Glatoni crashed into the ground, forming a hundred-meter crater, blood spewed from every mouth on his body.
His body, nourished and amassed by consuming exquisite delicacies since ancient times, surprisingly exhibited a 'rule-like fissure' that kicked out about ten centimeters inward from the left waist.
This was not something ordinary regeneration could repair. He would need to return and spend a vast amount of blood essence and rest for a long time to possibly recover, though those with special abilities might heal sooner.
Such a fissure in the waist would seriously affect Glatoni's subsequent "actions."
Zede, having delivered that kick, submerged into the ground again, not granting the Marquis any chance to lock on or devour him.
Glatoni felt sharp pains from his waist, "This guy has gotten much stronger than four months ago... My derivative mouths can't even bite him, such a nuisance~"
