"You shouldn't have survived that," he said coldly.
Klaus twirled his axe and smirked. "You'll have to shoot harder than that."
"Just who are you?" the archer asked, his expression curious.
Klaus smiled and slammed the axe to the ground. He stepped on it and then rested his right arm on his knee.
"What can I say? I am someone who can't be killed easily." Klaus looked around and saw some of them getting ready. Some were secretly casting spells.
"I really pity you people. You could have had the chance to surrender; however, you chose to become puppets controlled by the heavens.
Now, I have no choice but to kill you all... such a pity."
"What makes you think we can't kill you?" the archer asked again.
Klaus laughed. "First of all, I have already devised ten ways to kill you alone... how much did you come up with to kill me?"
