Chapter 716: Desperate Struggle And Flunra's Anger
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"Haahhk!!"
A decent amount of blood creates a crimson arc in the air as it makes its way down to the ground.
Rex trudges through the inky darkness of the forest, desperately seeking a clearing where the moonlight can grace his blood-drenched body, tattered with gruesome wounds. He pushes onward, straining with every step, searching for scarce moonlight in the castle's direction.
It was hard to navigate with his blurred vision, he has lost too much strength and blood.
Looking down at his mangled chest and amputated arm, Rex gritted his teeth, trying to force in the urge of roaring in agony. His regenerative powers were being outpaced by the waves of wicked energy that surged through his body. He stumbled forward, fighting the torment that threatened to overwhelm him. 'My healing... it's too slow,' he thought desperately.
Definitely the doings of the Executor's power that had rendered his self-healing ability greatly.
If not for his immense life force from being a Werewolf and also an Awakened, his body wouldn't be able to sustain this much injury for this long and collapse. A metallic salty taste has lingered in his mouth for quite some time now, it already numbed his mouth.
Rex feels his body getting heavier, he even stumbles a couple of times from small pebbles.
He had incredibly sharp senses, possibly the strongest in the entire world. But due to his fatigue, they weren't working optimally. All he could make out in front of him were a thick wall of trees and foliage, making his teeth clench in frustration. At this rate, he was never going to get anywhere.
'I need to quickly search for an open area, or I'll really faint' Rex thought determinedly.
Knowing the horror of the consequences of fainting in the middle of the forest, not too far away from the Great Barricade, he knows that he needs to do something fast before it was too late for him.
Gathering the little strength he had left, Rex crouches down and jumped with all his might.
Swoosh!
Like a swift shadow in the night, his form burst through the dense dark leaves and branches. He leaped skyward, feeling the moonlight refresh and invigorate his body. Yet he didn't linger at the moment and immediately scanned left and right for an open area where he could regain a little of his strength back.
But there's no relief from the dense trees, he finds no gaps in its reign as he crashes back down.
Crash!
"Arggh!" he groaned painfully.
Exerting the last bit of his strength, he was not able to land on his feet, his body crashes against the rough surface of the ground, forcing the mutated birds to fly away in fright. It looks like he was really fatigued but he knows that physical pain shouldn't affect him like this.
Only a terrifying amount of physical pain can affect him, but he has never felt that kind of pain.
Knowing the Executor's attack was not only physical, he knows now for a fact that his weakened soul was the one responsible for this crippling feeling. If his soul was not scarred, he wouldn't be this weak.
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"Haahhk!!"
A decent amount of blood creates a crimson arc in the air as it makes its way down to the ground.
Rex trudges through the inky darkness of the forest, desperately seeking a clearing where the moonlight can grace his blood-drenched body, tattered with gruesome wounds. He pushes onward, straining with every step, searching for scarce moonlight in the castle's direction.
It was hard to navigate with his blurred vision, he has lost too much strength and blood.
Looking down at his mangled chest and amputated arm, Rex gritted his teeth, trying to force in the urge of roaring in agony. His regenerative powers were being outpaced by the waves of wicked energy that surged through his body. He stumbled forward, fighting the torment that threatened to overwhelm him. 'My healing... it's too slow,' he thought desperately.
Definitely the doings of the Executor's power that had rendered his self-healing ability greatly.
If not for his immense life force from being a Werewolf and also an Awakened, his body wouldn't be able to sustain this much injury for this long and collapse. A metallic salty taste has lingered in his mouth for quite some time now, it already numbed his mouth.
Rex feels his body getting heavier, he even stumbles a couple of times from small pebbles.
He had incredibly sharp senses, possibly the strongest in the entire world. But due to his fatigue, they weren't working optimally. All he could make out in front of him were a thick wall of trees and foliage, making his teeth clench in frustration. At this rate, he was never going to get anywhere.
'I need to quickly search for an open area, or I'll really faint' Rex thought determinedly.
Knowing the horror of the consequences of fainting in the middle of the forest, not too far away from the Great Barricade, he knows that he needs to do something fast before it was too late for him.
Gathering the little strength he had left, Rex crouches down and jumped with all his might.
Swoosh!
Like a swift shadow in the night, his form burst through the dense dark leaves and branches. He leaped skyward, feeling the moonlight refresh and invigorate his body. Yet he didn't linger at the moment and immediately scanned left and right for an open area where he could regain a little of his strength back.
But there's no relief from the dense trees, he finds no gaps in its reign as he crashes back down.
Crash!
"Arggh!" he groaned painfully.
Exerting the last bit of his strength, he was not able to land on his feet, his body crashes against the rough surface of the ground, forcing the mutated birds to fly away in fright. It looks like he was really fatigued but he knows that physical pain shouldn't affect him like this.
Only a terrifying amount of physical pain can affect him, but he has never felt that kind of pain.
Knowing the Executor's attack was not only physical, he knows now for a fact that his weakened soul was the one responsible for this crippling feeling. If his soul was not scarred, he wouldn't be this weak.
"Haahhk!!"A decent amount of blood creates a crimson arc in the air as it makes its way down to the ground.Rex trudges through the inky darkness of the forest, desperately seeking a clearing where the moonlight can grace his blood-drenched body, tattered with gruesome wounds. He pushes onward, straining with every step, searching for scarce moonlight in the castle's direction.It was hard to navigate with his blurred vision, he has lost too much strength and blood.Looking down at his mangled chest and amputated arm, Rex gritted his teeth, trying to force in the urge of roaring in agony. His regenerative powers were being outpaced by the waves of wicked energy that surged through his body. He stumbled forward, fighting the torment that threatened to overwhelm him. 'My healing... it's too slow,' he thought desperately.Definitely the doings of the Executor's power that had rendered his self-healing ability greatly.If not for his immense life force from being a Werewolf and also an Awakened, his body wouldn't be able to sustain this much injury for this long and collapse. A metallic salty taste has lingered in his mouth for quite some time now, it already numbed his mouth.Rex feels his body getting heavier, he even stumbles a couple of times from small pebbles.He had incredibly sharp senses, possibly the strongest in the entire world. But due to his fatigue, they weren't working optimally. All he could make out in front of him were a thick wall of trees and foliage, making his teeth clench in frustration. At this rate, he was never going to get anywhere.'I need to quickly search for an open area, or I'll really faint' Rex thought determinedly.Knowing the horror of the consequences of fainting in the middle of the forest, not too far away from the Great Barricade, he knows that he needs to do something fast before it was too late for him.Gathering the little strength he had left, Rex crouches down and jumped with all his might.Swoosh!Like a swift shadow in the night, his form burst through the dense dark leaves and branches. He leaped skyward, feeling the moonlight refresh and invigorate his body. Yet he didn't linger at the moment and immediately scanned left and right for an open area where he could regain a little of his strength back.But there's no relief from the dense trees, he finds no gaps in its reign as he crashes back down.Crash!"Arggh!" he groaned painfully.Exerting the last bit of his strength, he was not able to land on his feet, his body crashes against the rough surface of the ground, forcing the mutated birds to fly away in fright. It looks like he was really fatigued but he knows that physical pain shouldn't affect him like this.Only a terrifying amount of physical pain can affect him, but he has never felt that kind of pain.Knowing the Executor's attack was not only physical, he knows now for a fact that his weakened soul was the one responsible for this crippling feeling. If his soul was not scarred, he wouldn't be this weak.
