Amid the chaotic clash of the joint army and Joe's party, there was an area that had fallen into complete silence. If one looked closely, they would see a figure with a large open wound that trailed from the side of his face, drawing a line directly over his left eyes towards the chest. The cut around his chest area had even sliced through his light armor, showing deep gash that was spewing out a chunk of greenish blood as he screamed in pain.
"Ahhhh! You little vermin, you dare to wound me?" Turg cursed in anger as he gripped the wound on his chest; his left eye had been damaged, forcing him to close it as he glared at Layla.
At this moment, Layla was now standing a few meters distance away from him; her breath was slightly ragged as her face had a hint of paleness. If one looked at her closely, they would see a wound on her chest that was glowing with her red blood.