Chapter 880 ()

Down in the arena, Jacob was in a battered state.

His wounds worsened as the four Black Copper Robes continued to assault him with strikes of magecraft.

Nevertheless, the fact that he remained standing in such conditions took the four Black Copper Robes aback.

"Sh*t…" Jacob cursed in frustration at the teleportation device hovering in the air.

"Resistance is futile, brat. I suggest you give up while you still can. Otherwise, you'll only suffer a more agonizing death…" One Black Copper Robe commanded coldly.

"What b*llsht! The gall of you to prattle on when it's four of you against one of me! Show me what you've got then!" Jacob roared.

The impact of a new wave of magecraft by the Black Copper Robes flung Jacob several meters away.

Jacob's body was bloodied and mangled, but he still managed to straighten himself with much difficulty.