451: C451 Potentialities

C451 Potentialities

The frantic struggle didn't have any effect.

On the other hand, it took away a large amount of the fat commander's strength.

Quickly, he lost all of his strength and could only lie on the floor of the metal column, allowing the red-hot metal walls to grill his face.

There was almost nothing in his body that was in good condition.

The side of his abdomen was cut by the claws of the Nerubian spider, the soles of his feet were a bloody mess from the glass path, and now his face was badly burned.

As the saying goes, lice do not itch when there are many,

With so many injuries, the Fat Commander did not have much of a reaction.

He lay there quietly.

He heard the sound of the fire burning in his ears.

Listening to the sound of flesh being roasted by the flames,

But all this seemed to have begun to recede from him, and he felt that the black wings of death had touched him.

"It's about time."

Seeing the condition of the fat commander, Lin Mo hurriedly said.

Although the fat commander was currently in an illusion, if his brain was convinced that he was dead, he would die with him in the real world.

Lin Mo had spent so much effort just to get the fat commander for his own use, not to kill him.

"Yes!" "My god."

He quickly adjusted the illusion's condition.

When the fat commander was on the verge of fainting, he suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing in.

The cool breeze immediately cleared his unclear head.

The fat commander was pleasantly surprised to find that the magic runes had dimmed and the fire was no longer erupting.

"Has the stored magic run out? The heavens are truly on my side! "

The fat commander was suddenly overjoyed.

The desire for life was the most instinctive thing a person could do.

Even though he was completely exhausted, the Fat Commander still struggled to extend his leg and stomp on the outside of the metal pillar.

This time, his foot was not obstructed, and he easily extended it out.

The cool and refreshing air outside startled the fat commander. He mustered his courage again and started to slowly move towards the outside of the pillar.

The process of moving is painful and long,

The fat commander climbed for a full ten minutes.

Half of his body had already left the cave, and he had fallen out of the metal device.

The fat commander greedily breathed in the cool air.

The speed at which it was being inhaled was too fast, causing him to cough.2

Amidst the cooling air, the pain was like a tide once again, engulfing the fat commander within.

He felt as if his head and face were burning hot charcoal, the heat making him flustered.

At the same time, the pain was accompanied by an itchy feeling like his heart had been drilled into his bones.

He didn't dare to touch it.

This was a burn wound. Once his dirty hands were infected, he would be in danger.

Enduring the discomfort, the fat commander struggled to his feet, held the magic stone in his hand, and walked towards the magic cage.

As he staggered along the path, even the Fat Commander himself was surprised.

His ability to endure was something even he himself couldn't imagine.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't even dare to think about this.

"Hehehehe, you really should see your face. It's even uglier than mine, hahahahaha! Faster! "Awesome!"

When the disfigured mage saw the fat commander approaching, he immediately laughed out loud and pointed at him with ridicule.

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