Ogre
Jake, however, had little time to relate. In contrast to his stalwart and dominant bearing, deep inside he was agonizing.
He may have summoned the Aether Sun Core for less than a second, but it was enough to severely char the back half of his body. The back of his head was already bald and blistered, though his hair was already growing back.
Besides... Riveting his gaze on the golden throne embedded in the wall and the person slumped on it, he squinted his eyes in wonderment. That bastard was still alive!
There was no need to check. If Bhuzkoc had died, all the Slave Contracts in his possession would have automatically been transferred to him. This meant that his ambush had failed.