The splattered blood dyed Cang's vision red.
This was the third time he had intercepted the Demon Prince.
The celestial rules enveloped the Demon Prince, turning into shackles that pulled His power down to a Demigod level.
But this couldn't change the outcome.
Cang knew he was being restrained.
The two-headed baboon devoured every possibility of his counterattack.
The opponent simply didn't allow him to escape the attack range.
He had a spare bow in hand, but Democritus forced him into close combat.
Admittedly, as an archer, his powerful arms could still deal considerable damage even using melee weapons.
Thinking it's over when engaging in close combat undermines the archer.
But… this is only true if the opponent isn't Democritus.
His close combat ability completely crushed him.
Even… during the attack, the opponent always intentionally or unintentionally spread the aftermath across the tribe.
He could only fight.
He couldn't just watch his tribesmen get killed.
