C991 He Could Not Break Through His Defense

"Puchi!"

Robert coughed up another mouthful of blood, the pale golden fluid staining his chest crimson. His hair hung in disarray, his black robe emblazoned with twelve sigils was torn and tattered, and his aura instantly deflated.

For the first time in the battle, Robert's injuries were laid bare.

Even when the Young Master of the Golden Crow Sect