บท 119: Your strength has earned my respect

The weakened Samson could no longer muster a retort; he only knew that the undead Lord had arrived.

"You look pretty bad. Need a hand?" Alex teased, looking down at Samson with a smirk.

"No... no need... go help... them..." Samson, though barely able to speak, hurriedly refused Alex's offer, fearing she might actually take the opportunity to kill him.

"You should stop talking," Alex said, turning her gaze forward. She had seen Baldwin's strike that had severely injured Samson. Without the frost armor, Samson would likely have met his end already.

In the distance, Ivy noticed Samson being flung away and saw a white-haired girl talking to him.

"Thank goodness, Samson's not dead!" As the healer on the field, Ivy knew she could save any teammate as long as they were alive. She immediately rushed towards Samson.