"What… is that what they were planning? The destruction of the whole fortress?"
Larkson gritted his teeth, "I need to go…"
However, his legs gave out as he lost all feeling in his knees.
"Shit, the poison…!"
Tap— Tap— Tap—
Footsteps sounded, following the appearance of dozens of hooded figures.
"Haha… I'll be damned." Larkson chuckled self-deprecatingly, his gaze focused on the demonic humans that had just arrived.
However, unlike the demonic humans earlier, the hooded figures only rushed towards him while brandishing each of their weapons.
The only sounds they made were low, beast-like growls
Even though he could no longer move his lower body, Larkson would not just passively wait for his demise.
He hurriedly took some of the debris from the collapsed floor and threw it at his opponents.
Unfortunately, his already weakened strength and depleted aura made it so that the demonic humans only received scratches from them.
"Do I really have no choice?"
