Chapter 162: Come at me

Even though Derik had his throat cut open, his eyes were still calm and he didn't look desperate or terrified. His hands were covered in his black blood and his undead slaves quickly returned to his side, surrounding him like bodyguards.

"You should have taken out the head entirely" Donald said with a frown on his face. Most of his injuries had already been healed, all thanks to Cyrus' life magic.

"I wish I could but that black scythe of his has a mind of its own… if I reacted a second later I probably would have lost my life" Daemon stuck out her tongue as she spoke.

"It's alright, we will surely get another chance" Cyrus said with a calm smile on his face

The fury in Derik's expression could not be hidden at all, not only did they try to deal a death blow on him, but they laughed about it and claimed they will get another chance. His visage turned cold and his murderous aura poured out like a raging tidal wave, forcing Daemon to retreat a bit further.