Darryl's face was abnormally calm while his heart raced furiously.

When they made it into the blood formation, it meant that he was halfway to success already.

Then, he saw Grunt retract his hands before he turned around and soared toward the exit.

Grunt managed to turn around and cast an evil smirk at Darryl. "Oh, Darryl Darby, you must have really wanted to take down that formation and return with glory. I suggest you stop having such foolish ambitions. Oh, and this is for taking Princess Dorothy from me, you b*stard! Consider it payback. To hell with you."

Spitting out those words filled Grunt with gleeful satisfaction as he cackled out loud, speeding up and zooming away toward the bloody fog.

F*ck!

Darryl was instantly filled with rage. How could he have expected such betrayal from Grunt over a personal matter and at a time as crucial as that?

With Grunt's exit, Darryl was not strong enough to deflect the terrifying forces of the blood formation by himself. The protective sh