98 I am here now

Beelze jumped back and generated an ice shield in front of her just as a figure crashed into the place where she was a second ago. The impact was so strong that it generated shock waves that reached the ice shield, shattering it to pieces.

The shield saved Beelze from the shock waves, and as it shattered, she gained an unobstructed view of the enemy. Of all the Dark Races' warriors she could be facing, the one in front was the worst type.

The enemy was a large man, more than two meters tall, covered with blade armor. He was a member of the Atrox Immortus Race!

All sorts of deadly wounds covered the Atrox's body. There were gaping holes in his legs and deep lacerations that reached the bones. The worst injury of all was the one in the center of his chest, resembling a burning fist imprint that had left a deep indentation, surely having provoked massive internal damage.