Bang! Bang!
Both of them landed on the mountain peak. Tyrion, who'd suffered heavy injuries to begin with, spurted out a mouthful of blood. He looked to the side at Archon, whose eyes were wide open as fresh blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. The latter was trembling as he stared viciously back at him. A faint and hoarse voice sounded out, little by little.
"You...you guys, not a single one of you will be able to escape!"
Tyrion looked at Archon, who slowly took his last breath. His brows frowned. Even on his deathbed, this guy still made others uneasy. Not a single one could escape? What could Archon in his current state do to them anyways?
Tyrion shook his head. Although he felt uneasy, he could only lie down on his stomach. He couldn't even move as the intense pain coursed through his body and made him understand that his injuries were extremely serious.