Beside him, the Cthulhu King was like a sieve, everywhere except his head poked full of transparent holes, his arms and legs had been severed off as well, landing beside him. His cheeks had been pierced right through, his ears torn off and lost elsewhere, a large chunk of flesh gone from the right side of his neck, revealing the white windpipe and red arteries.
Although he had not lost consciousness, he had it even worse than Garen, although he was still conscious, he was already utterly unable to move. Like a broken puppet, he lay on the ground, and nearly touched the lava that was extending towards him. He watched as the golden lava approached him slowly, but could not move in the slightest.
Right now, the Divine God Palace Master was using his arm blades to impale the black vase.