His bones were also being crushed, almost turning into powder, joints twisted grotesquely, his flesh blurred beyond recognition.
This Beastman Chief who had campaigned for over twenty years, unifying Wuge Prairie, seemed to finally be nearing his end.
"Puh..."
Batu Skullcrush spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face displaying a defiant smile: "Hahaha... a sneak attack from behind, is this what you call a Justice Messenger, Gold Dragon?"
A somewhat wicked thought flashed through Cassius's mind, and he spoke with righteous indignation in a deep voice:
"For dealing with scoundrels like you, why need I adhere strictly to the rules?"
"Scoundrel..."
The Beastman Chief repeated the word, his voice suddenly becoming excited.
"Scoundrel?
We Beastmen, being deceitfully ambushed by the despicable Dwarves and Elves, blocked in the north by the Black Stone Mountains, can only survive on this barren Wuge Prairie!