"My life has yet to end. Kill me? You all are still not qualified yet," Mike retracted his tattered golden wings. His two golden eyes were radiating a cold light.
"So arrogant! Attack him! Attack!" Samantha urged the witches. She wanted to take his life while he was ill. The more he acted, the more she wanted to kill him.
"Who dares?" Mike swept his gaze over them with strong killing intent coldly.
The witches exchanged looks. Their hearts sank. They didn't believe that they could not kill him.
But...
"Don't you all dare? Now, it's my turn," Mike took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He quietly reminded lord, "After ten breaths, wake me up!"
"What are you going to do?" Lord was looking at the witches through his tattered clothes. After a fierce battle, their clothes we
