"Cough, cough..."
With a couple of coughs, blood trickled from the corner of Shalltear's mouth, staining her chin and neck red.
At this moment, Shalltear had fully become a blood-soaked Martial God. Not only was her waist almost severed, she was bleeding profusely, blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth, and her entire body was drenched in blood.
Her attire, which was a crimson full-body armor, paired with her current state, gave off a truly miserable and dispirited feel.
Of course, the miserable appearance was just superficial; the real tragedy was in Shalltear's life force.
Her life force had plummeted to a critical low, nearly reaching zero.
The negative life force within her was also nearly dissipated. Once gone, as an undead, she would meet her immediate demise.
Therefore, Reiger's declaration was not provocation or arrogance, but an actual fact of the situation.
This state of affairs informed Shalltear that her current predicament had truly become dire.
