章 629: Fallen Knight

"Murr," mooed the Minotaur while standing in front of Oren. Even in his half-consciousness, Oren could see steam rising from his nostrils. Unlike the Skywalkers, this monster was far from capable of carrying on a conversation despite its strength.

The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, and he found it hard to breathe. His chest was caved in as if the ribs had broken and pierced his lungs. A single attack from a monster far stronger than him would end his life, even if he tried his best.

"I have no regrets for how it would end," smiled Oren as blood dripped down from his chin while looking at the monster before him. "But it is sad to see it ending."

It was beyond sad, but this was how Oren undermined his feelings. However, he couldn't help but bite his low lips in frustration this time. He was ready to die, but he hated how abrupt and random it would end.