It was a precarious situation.
"Damn it all...!"
The evil species' body was like a tattered rag, and his life force could have been extinguished at any moment.
The biggest problem was Armian's power of light that was eating away at the magical energy adhering to the wounds.
"Aint Armian! Didn't I clearly tell you not to kill him!"
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."
The wound was growing wider.
No matter how resilient an evil species might be, as the wound was worsening due to the antithetical power, he would definitely die if left like this.
But they couldn't think of a way to treat him.
Evil species were those who sold their souls to demons and gained their power.
They were no different from degraded demons, and no one had ever heard of medicine that could heal demons.
'There was no mention of such a thing in the prophecy book either.'
The one fortunate thing was that they weren't completely helpless.
"Aint, withdraw your power."
"Yes."
