The Third Cour Of Misfortune

Blood came out of his mouth and burst out from his stomach. Forming a mini pool of blood on the ground. Lycrus's hand was soaked in it.

After the punch, Lycrus pulled out his hand and in the process. Red, vital fluid splashed onto his face, some entered his mouth.

Lycrus spit out to his side. Simultaneously, Tornado collapsed weakly to the ground.

"Lycrus!" Yura dashed in his way and grabbed his head. Next, she bumped his skull to the ground, causing it to form a web-like crack. Not only that, blood flowed down from his forehead.

Yura then looked at Tornado in worry, "drink the recovery potion!"

"It's too late," he said as his figure turned to white particles.

Lycrus clone who was still processing what was going on finally went back to when Yura called out his name.

"Oi! Clone! Help him! You can create anything, right? Help a device that could save him!" There was a hint of fear and anxiety in her tone.