Dominic was completely restrained by the [Blood Chains], unable to move a muscle.
The chains' strength depended on the user's power, and since Alex was the one who cast them, escape was impossible.
Without hesitation, he dashed forward, closing the gap between them in an instant.
His claws gleamed under the dim office light as he slashed Dominic's stomach twice.
-617,384,200! -617,384,200!
Dominic instantly coughed out an alarming amount of blood.
His health, originally at three billion, was now down to just a fraction of that.
He barely had anything left.
"H-HOW?!" he choked.
His voice shook in disbelief.
Alex didn't answer.
He simply raised his claws and slashed again.
-617,384,200! -617,384,200!
Dominic's body shuddered violently.
One more attack, and it would be over.
"You're weak," Alex sneered, his voice dripping with contempt, "The enemies I've fought could take hundreds of those hits and still stand."
"You and your little sect? You're nothing."
