Vacuse grimaced.
One ball was impossibly fast but now he had four of them after him.
The only saving grace he had was the fact that his body could heal much faster too.
"My lord, you should just surrender now, no need to drag things and make it too difficult."
Vacuse did not reply.
He was trying his best not to get crushed by the balls. The trees around him had been smashed away and the others had been forced far away to avoid the deadly projectiles.
But then, things began to get tricky.
Vacuse was sure he dodged a ball when it suddenly changed shape and transformed into a rod without losing any of its momentum.
Crack!
The rod smashed into his stomach and one of his ribs snapped. He was thrown back, skidding against the ground, blood pouring from his mouth.
He grunted as he got to his feet.
And saw four balls hanging above him.
"What do you think, my lord?"
