Chapter 702 - Last Tear of the Dragon
Falling into utter despair, how could the old skink priest allow his hateful opponents to escape from his vile clutches? He already made a promise to them that they would be his pleasurable accompaniment towards the embrace of the Great One in the afterlife.
He could not and he would not allow them to escape!
As for the four elite warriors, the top notch guards of the Temple Guards? They could only lament, and ponder on their misfortune! Who asked them to be so useless?
Their fate was the result of their action or its actual lack of. Being captured by the enemy in one single stroke was the utter humiliation of their title of being the best of the best. As such, they could only lament their unlucky fate as the direct consequence of their own actions!
Seeing their agitated, and even somewhat frightened reactions, the old man could finally feel a moment of glee, exploding into a hoarse, dry but maddened cackle.