CXCVI. Maple Forest

Accompanied by thunder, a torrential rain washed down.

In the previous duel with the disfigured face, the wounds inflicted by the Magician had burst open completely; blood gushed out from the injuries on his chest, abdomen, and limbs.

This newly joined disfigured face was no ordinary opponent.

It had been a long time.

Joshua felt the risk of imminent death as his hands were gradually losing strength, but the Evil Power filling his limbs and bones kept him going.

The sizzling sound of high heat eroding flesh and blood kept coming.

With Evil Power flames burning in his hand, Joshua smeared the longest wound on his chest, instantly burning the flesh into a hard and brittle blackened char, which steamed thick smoke in the rain and made a sizzling noise, horrendously stopping the blood flow—it was excruciating to even look at.

He didn't even frown.

Gawain, whose left leg was broken, gasped in shock—this man was ferocious.

Joshua shook his hands and moved his body a bit.