Leroy was clearly outmatched.

The space around him compressed bit by bit, and his face gradually twisted into an expression of horror and despair.

He was going to die.

"Don't kill me! I'll join you! I'll serve you!" Leroy shouted, desperation lacing his voice.

Even a ruthless warlord fears death. And as long as he could survive, there might still be a chance to turn things around. After all, many legends endured humiliation and still achieved greatness.

Through the mist, a figure emerged. A