Huff~ Huff...
Maximus stood at the bottom of the dilapidated pit, panting continuously.
His suit was completely torn apart in the battle,
Blood trickled down his forehead, staining his face and body, flowing over those marks of doom etched on his skin.
These marks allowed him to stand stably amidst the torrents, enabling him to control the flow to some extent.
However,
The energy consumption was massive, and it was his first time attempting to actively control misfortune.
Even in his prime, even in his youngest state, Maximus still felt fatigued.
His gaze was fixed straight ahead, on the opponent who had suffered hundreds of waves of misfortune and was finally starting to disintegrate.
But,
The dampness in the entire environment hadn't disappeared,
The anomalies being blocked by the holes on the combat uniform remained, and even became more active.
Suddenly, something fell from above, its outline resembling a person.
Out of caution,
