(Raven's POV)
"Fuuu..."
THUD—
I let out a heavy breath and dropped Prem, whom I was lifting up in the air for quite some time now.
"They already passed out, huh."
I mumbled while looking at the three bodies lying motionlessly on the ground.
Their bones were either broken or crushed, making them look hideous.
Especially Prem, who had his face punched several times by me—his face was dented and blood was still coming out of his mouth, nose, eyes, and even ears.
"I tried to keep them conscious for as long as I can by giving them buffs so they would feel every hit that I threw. But guess they're just that weak, huh."
I scoffed, as the three of them didn't even stayed conscious for ten minutes under my beating.
[You just dislocated and broke most of their bones. You also crushed their skulls open. If they weren't awakened—whose bodies become sturdy because of mana—they would've already died several times by now.]
The system then appeared and stated that.
