Wilson in Rage
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Tsk…Damn..." Lear clicked his tongues and cursed as he was forced on to go on defense.
He had already activated his true spell and formed his beastial armor.
Even though he had initially overpowered his opponent and shredded them apart, he couldn't continue it for long. There sheer number had left him exhausted...
There were still four more people left….Lear was specially wary of one who had been giving commands and coordinating the people's moment. He hadn't made any move himself yet...
"This is getting tiring…." Lear said as he bit of another of the guy's head while taking a hit in return.
"Crack!"
A hole opened up in Lear's bestial armor and the opponent didn't miss this opportunity.
Two of the guys immediately rushed in. Lear planned to pull back...but suddenly, he noticed that he had lost the sight of the man giving commands.
'Sh*t!'
''Boom!"
A torrent of ominous aura suddenly rained down on Lear.