The Skeleton General dropped to the ground, holding the hole in its chest.
Using the support of the enormous double-handed sword, his other knee was on the ground, roaring at the top of his lungs!
It wasn't a roar of berserk or full of anger, but rather a mourning for its loss.
Slowly, the Skeleton General's eyes burning with blue flame dimmed slowly before distinguishing. Its body dropped to the ground, accompanied by the enormous double-handed sword causing the sacrificial altar to tremble lightly.
Although the boss died, the torches raging with blue flame were still illuminating the sacrificial altar, and the underlings and small skeletons fighting the other groups were still alive.
"Unbelievable." Kyla was in disbelief. "That little skeleton actually killed the boss with one punch."