A Man Like None Other

Igor coldly stared at Helmut, as clouds of blood mist around him continuously surged into his body.

All of these were powers within the arcane array, and Igor’s strength was rapidly escalating.

And due to the absence of the arcane array’s support, Helmut’s strength was rapidly declining.

Helmut was thrown into panic, but as he observed the surrounding array runes flickering, he realized there was absolutely no way for him to escape.

“Igor, I… I was wrong! Please spare me…” Helmut started begging for mercy again.

If he had known that Igor held the formation plate for the Sacrificial Blood Array, he would have never activated Heaven Array.

“You can beg for mercy from those disciples of Blood Spirit Valley.” Igor sprang to his feet, and then promptly slapped Helmut across the face.

Smack! With this slap, Helmut was sent sprawling heavily onto the ground.

Igor didn’t hesitate, he immediately pursued, swiftly grabbing onto Helmut’s collar and launching his fists left and right.

Igor was venting his own fury.

Dozens of his disciples had been slaughtered by Helmut.

This kind of rage, only Igor himself could truly understand.

novelbin Igor, carrying Helmut, struck him from the sky to the ground.

the

scene, Montane Daemon heaved a sigh of

now understood why Jared had forbidden him from

had a hunch, he knew that Igor was certain not

Sacrificial Blood Array, Helmut was seen being beaten to a

not deal

want to kill him, but rather, he wanted

collar, repeatedly slamming him onto

were all wide-eyed, not daring to even let out

Peak also had an extremely unsightly

time, Helmut was left with only a breath of life

and Helmut collapsed onto the ground

Igor put away the formation plate, the Sacrificial

Helmut, who was barely hanging on to life, there seemed to be

Igor no longer considered Helmut as his

out fresh blood from his mouth, pleading for mercy even on the brink

clear that this fellow’s will to live

Igor would not

Igor lifted

Helmut’s body was reduced to a pile of mush,

to have been drained of his strength in an instant, slumping to the

“My disciples, you may rest