Just when he turned his head towards the direction of the sky, he felt a knife stabbing in his back.
The knife was clearly headed to make as much damage as possible, it went right through his left kidney, headed towards his inner organs.
It was a truly painful and dangerous stab.
But he didn't care about that now, so mustering his last drops of strength, the Royalist's leader turned around on his left, and using his left hand, he grabbed the guy by the throat.
His claws were still out and got stuck on his neck.
Even if that guy didn't die from the lack of air, he would surely die by the damage of those claws.
No matter how much that guy struggled, no matter how much his body shivered, no matter how much he seemed to want to say something, the Royalist's group leader, never released his throat.
He just watched him do all that, while he didn't even let him breathe one more molecule of oxygen.