"Are you fucking kidding me?" Damon was not pleased. While he was forced to waste his time on these idiots, the other guy was coolly taking off and jogging at a leisurely pace towards the top. This was complete bullshit!
All the preparations he could do was try to grab more territories. But the other party had made certain other preparations. How was the guy casually jogging in this kind of pressure?
With the pressure mounting on him and his mental exhaustion building up, Damon was this close to losing it. At this point, was there even any meaning in his aiming for something? He might as well give up and leave right now.
Damon's eyes widened, and he calmed down. He was getting affected by the pressure all around him more than he thought. He closed his eyes and reached out for his blood thrall.
