"The Blood Devouring Berserker unbelievably glanced at the axe embedded in his head—damn it, what a joke, I, the formidable third-tier great BOSS, actually died here. It's not fair; I was about to rise."
With his eyes rolling back, he finally perished.
As the corpse fell, Thrall finally calmed down from his rage.
He hurriedly rushed towards the old man.
To his surprise, the old man still seemed to have a breath of life.
Seeing Thrall, the old man showed a relieved expression.
"Cough cough... you indeed did not... disappoint me."
"Stop talking, old man, I'm going to heal you."
After saying that, he cast a Healing Wave, but even as the green light flashed, the old man's health did not increase at all.
"Cough cough... it's useless, my life has already reached its end... It's okay, I've had enough of this inn anyway... You finally have the power to protect yourself, and it's time to find your destiny."
