Thump——
A burly figure stumbled out of the spatial black hole and fell heavily onto the ice field's snow, stirring up a cloud of snow mist.
"Your Highness!"
The beastmen waiting nearby quickly gathered and carefully helped Raymond up.
At this moment, Raymond's face was ghastly, his lips were cracked, his body weak and powerless, without the strength to even lift his hand. His eyes were filled with exhaustion and depression, a far cry from the fierce image of a Purgatory White Tiger.
"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"
The beastmen looked at his bloodless face and noticed the blood seeping from his chest, each appearing tense and urgently inquiring.
"I'm fine."
Raymond slowly shook his head, his voice weak, with each word tugging at the wound on his chest, causing him to furrow his brow in pain.
Nearby, Kesler glanced at Raymond's miserable state, a trace of subtle mockery flashing in his eyes.
Fool.
