Blood-red radiance emanated from Dudley Lynch's eyes.
This radiance dispersed in the air, akin to some kind of aura.
"I am keen to fight you too..." Lynch said in a chilling voice.
"Unfortunately, now is not the time, and I believe you wouldn't take advantage of someone at their weakest..."
Lynch shook his severed arm, opening his mouth wide with a grimace.
Ethan Smith sneered, "The goal in dealing with people like you is to kill them. Taking advantage when you're down? I'd still step on you even if you were dead."
"Ha ha ha... alright, alright, it's a pity I won't fight today, we shall meet again if fate allows..."
With these words, Lynch punched through the Void and fled into it, his body disappearing rapidly.
His speed was such that even Smith, with his desolate divine eye, couldn't chase him.
Watching the direction of Lynch's retreat, Smith couldn't help but frown.
Unexpectedly, he ended up letting him get away in the end.