To block the Emperor Realm expert's attack, he had emptied over a third of his stamina in an extremely short period.
For him, this could already be considered a massive expenditure.
Normally, even if three Perfect Supremes ganged up on him, it would be difficult to put him in such a sorry state so quickly.
"Ethan!"
Lucien, busy healing his injuries, glared with intense resentment upon seeing Ethan's figure.
He actually wasn't dead!
Furthermore, his injuries were rapidly healing. But as for his own arm, without the help of immortal pills and miraculous medicines, there was no way it could regenerate in a short time.
He might even have to graft someone else's arm on.
This made Lucien burn with frustration.
The mindset he had finally managed to stabilize threatened to collapse once again. With anger attacking his heart, a trail of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
The Moonfall Clan Ancestor glanced at Lucien, a trace of disappointment flashed through his eyes.
