"I didn't even incorporate a tenth of this skill's full power during my demonstration," said Necro as he emotionlessly watched the Hundred-eyed Founding Ancestor descend into distress. "This time, I held nothing back. So for me, just kindly—"
"—die."
"!!!"
"N-Nooo!!!" The Hundred-eyed Founding Ancestor defended and deflected with all his might, but with every hit of a |Poisonous Spear|, another chunk of his stamina vanished—along with part of a mountain. "I… I was wrong…! Spare me…!"
He quickly fell into desperation, for he could feel that his death was near. No matter how much humiliation and embarrassment came about from this mortifying act, he'd openly accept it.
As long as he could live!
As long as he could—
SHA!
SPURT!
One of the homing |Poisonous Spears| finally got through the Hundred-eyed Founding Ancestor's defenses. The gruesome sight of a massive acidic spear melting his insides caused the eyes of the spectating Ancestors to erratically flicker.
They were scared.
