Chapter 1895

After the collision, Reagan was propelled more than ten yards backward, coughing out blood.

His entire arm was shattered, causing the Inferno Fury Spear to be hurled away, ultimately leaving him sprawled on the ground, struggling to breathe.

"Are you alright, Your Highness?" Albert quickly advanced, assisting the trembling Dustin.

"I'm fine ..." Dustin sensed a rush of blood and vitality coursing through him, his arm tingling, and he struggled to maintain a steady grip on his sword.

Despite Reagan being in critical condition, Dustin couldn't overlook the potency of his recent forceful attack—it had compelled Dustin to spit out blood.

Fortunately, Reagan's body had already succumbed to the Deicide Venom. Otherwise, the fight's outcome might not have been in Dustin's favor.

Reagan sprawled on the ground and let out a feeble growl. "Why? I refuse to accept defeat!"

His hands clawed into the soil, marking it with deep imprints. His already fierce visage took on an even more mena