"Damn it, he can still get up? This is so fucking bizarre! He should have bled out by now, yet he's still able to stand!" Yang Xi muttered in astonishment to himself. He had left twelve horrifying gashes on Adolf's body, every single one of them targeting vital areas.
Especially the final strike, which had directly blinded Adolf's left eye. The eyeball hung terrifyingly from the corner of his socket, a grisly sight that filled anyone who saw it with bone-chilling dread.
From his neck and chest down to his abdomen and limbs, deep, ragged wounds crisscrossed Adolf's body. His muscle tissue was torn open, and blood gushed out steadily, as though he had been savagely mauled by a vicious beast.
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