บท 3163: Short Spears

PLOP. 

Blood spurted and rained down upon Leonel as his almost foggy violet hair danced. The blood that landed on his head was burnt to ash, but those that fell down his shoulders and body began to cake, falling in a rain of their own. 

Leonel took deep breaths, not looking back a single time before he continued forward. 

Even in the face of the blood running down his own, his eyes shone like bright torches. 

… 

Leonel continued to pass through one statue after another, but his battles were becoming longer and longer, especially when, from time to time, existences of powerful Races would suddenly block his path. 

Since the Beastman, no other God Race had appeared, but several Demi-Gods had.