Christ struggled. His sweat drenched his muscular body. Not only on his broad forehead, but also on his entire shirtless back.
Christ's muscles were shiny with sweat. Even though the rain was still falling with the cold air surrounding the forest. But Christ did not give up. He wants to realize the last sentence that was echoed before Jenna's condition worsened earlier.
The smallest tree chosen together did not give him much chance. He had been cutting down the tree for an hour, but he was not getting any results. Let alone bringing the tree down, the trunk was too strong to cut even an eighth of it.
Christ's breathing was getting heavier. He did not stop even for a moment. His muscular body was glistening with sweat. Even in the shade.
"I don't think it's as strong as a factory-made a
