228 Shima's Death!

Teeth clenched together in hatred. Shima walked forward step by step, leaving blood on every single step he took.

He had been crippled!

It was an unbelievable notion that he would have thought was a joke, no matter who told him yet it just happened.

And that too by a low life from the lower realms. How would he return home with his crippled horn just how would the clan look at him?

He the 12th top genius of the Zugrof race was crippled by a low life. It would be the hardest joke the entire upper realm has ever heard and definitely, he would be killed by the clan for sullying their name.

Slowly he walked forward towards the unconscious low life, his eyes brimming with hatred.

His energy was rapidly draining away in the absence of his horn and he was well aware there was no longer a place to return to so he might as well use the last remnants of energy within him to kill all of his opponents.