Deamon and the others looked on with grim expressions.
Under their watchful eyes, Charles-Saint, despite quickly activating his inner armor to block most of the impact from the Spear of War God, still couldn't avoid the terrifying shockwave that was transmitted through the spear.
His armor caved in, and several ribs were broken from the force. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing this, the mages who had been rooting for Charles-Saint were utterly horrified.
After all, Charles-Saint had clearly been fighting without holding anything back, and his combat power had already approached the level of a God Emperor-tier.
Yet, even with such terrifying strength, he had still suffered a heavy blow in his confrontation with Owen!
If it hadn't been for his extraordinary inner armor protecting him at the critical moment, the Spear of War God would have pierced his body, leaving him severely wounded like never before.
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