"Please…spare me…" The youth muttered after a while, trembling in fear now upon seeing the shimmering stars on the jet-black body of the other party.
Even though he had become accustomed to seeing mutated beasts and Grassmen due to his over three months of apocalypse experience, he wasn't yet prepared to witness such deific beings.
After all, the moment he saw the other party, he could feel that resistance was pretty much futile. His attacks were destroyed before managing to even touch the other party. It was not to mention that his body wasn't even listening to him now.
So, he had no idea as to what he had to do. His sword had been brutally destroyed in that attack, with the relevant mutated beast on the verge of death. So, he had to wait until it healed over time, unsure as to how long that might take.
He would have to feed it mutated beast corpses until them, having to primarily rely on his sole other ability.