Chapter 88: Life and Deathcollides (1)

Wicked light shone brightly in Donald's eyes as he raised his greatsword high with killing intent. His crazed eyes were fixed on Derik who hasn't moved an inch after the collision, at this point Donald didn't even consider Derik as a part of the team anymore. All he could see now was a for who has to be put down.

"You dare hurt Daemon!!!!... Hahaha! Not even the gods can save yo…." His words were soon cut short by something unexpected. His skin color had turned pale and his body stiff. He could feel a chilly cold liquid flow down his eyes and roll down his cheeks.

"Ho… ho….w" He struggles desperately to speak as he stared at Derik who wore a confident smile on his face.