Chapitre 273: Hanging on the Edge.

If Cain were to use one word to describe his current situation, it would be 'Precarious'...

Cain bit onto the blade of his weapon as he held onto a chain made of metal. His entire was filled with bloody wounds. However, a portion of them were already healed. However, because he was still suffering from hunger, his body had become sparing with the way it consumed his already limited energy.

'Damn it!'

Cain was like an enraged monkey as he swung on the golden chain like it was a vine. His body traced a hyperbolic path as he used his other hand to hold another blade to deflect the spears that well like raindrops. Despite his efforts, one of them managed to sink deep into his flesh.

"Shit!"

Cain cursed out loud as he ignored the javelin. He landed at the edge of the cave and began his rampant slaughter. The cave was filled with cries of anguish, rage, and fear as he mowed through the creatures and reaped their lives like he was harvesting wheat.