"FATHERRRR!"
His son roared, tears in his eyes.
He couldn't see his father lying unconscious on the ground, as he was too far away. He thought that the phenomenon just now was his father's last trump card, which he used to bring down as many enemies as possible.
His heart ached at the thought of his father dying.
'If the old man dies, the strength of our family would plummet!' He thought, his heart racing.
As much as he wanted to inherit the family head position, he knew what the death of his father would represent.
'Other families will look down on us,' He gritted his teeth as blood drooled through the gaps of his teeth.
His body was covered in wounds, but the most serious ones were by no means on his right shoulder and the side of his abdomen.
A chunk of his shoulder was missing, and the clothes and skin around the wound were burned. A fireball had hit him.
A deep claw wound bled on the side of the abdomen.
