Gragatou's group looked at Hyeoumu's head with their Divine Sense and felt a chill on their back. There were injuries everywhere. However, most of them stopped at his bones, none of them truly getting past his skull. It just looked bad, but it wasn't anything fatal from the looks of it. "H-Hyeoumu... seems like you don't need much help..."
Hyeoumu narrowed his eyes. "I told you to not bother with me. I already sent those four Garisan Semi-Celestial Brats to the next life, so there is no need for you to stay. Just leave me alone."
"Do... Do you require assistance in healing your wounds?" Gragatou's voice quivered with respect, but his heart was gripped by terror. Four Semi-Celestials, vanquished by Hyeoumu's power alone?! Their group, despite their numerical advantage and trump cards, had only managed to subdue two. But Hyeoumu... he had single-handedly slain four and was now devouring the remaining Garisan Forces, who had dared to attack him, as if they were mere snacks.
