"Fe...ya?" Archy's hand was still frozen in the air, his fingers trembling.
"Ugh!" Mink was pushed by the recoil, his hand gripping half of his spear and fell to the ground with a thud.
The slimes around immediately spat saliva towards the hunters.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
"Ah!" Archy blocked his eyes and face with his arms, a burning feeling swept over his arms, stinging his nerves like needles.
Mink groaned, parts of his clothes melted and his skin peeled.
But the two people froze for a few seconds, their faces pale.
Did Feya...just...
Recalling the scene, Mink covered his mouth and gagged without a sound.
"Blergh!" Archy dry heaved, tears sliding down his face, mixed with a hint of red, his eyes bloodshot.
At the same time, Lucien's fingers twitched, his inner soul jumped up three meters high.
An accident!
Someone...died.
Wongggg.
The purple crystal at the center of the throne room glowed brighter.
