Was the old man joking?
How could Samuel possibly withstand such a ferocious monster by himself?
F*ck!
"Believe in yourself, Samuel. You must believe in yourself. Don't be discouraged." The old man shouted on the other side.
Samuel was completely numb. This was not a f*cking beating.
This old man's voice was full of energy. Wasn't it just like that?
The depressed Samuel asked for help but was unable to receive any support. At this moment, Samuel had no other choice but to brace himself and continue to endure.
However, it was obvious that some things could not be held on just because they wanted to.
Even if Samuel bared his teeth and rushed forward, he could not withstand the fierce attack.
Soon, Samuel began to retreat, and pain and ferocity kept appearing on his face.
"I can't take it anymore!" Samuel cried out in pain.
The black gas had already spread through his defense. Not only did it wrap around his arms, but it was also spreading toward his chest.
Samuel knew very well that once the black aura directly wrapped around his chest, he would be completely cured.
"Help me."
Samuel was so anxious that he went straight to the old man for help. If the old man didn't help, the whole pot would be completely cold.
The old man shook his head. "It's not time yet. How can I help you?"
"Hold on, hold on. You must hold on."
Samuel really wanted to curse. This was not a problem of being unable to withstand it, but the fact that he was about to be disabled.
However, from the old man's appearance, Samuel guessed that this old man was afraid. Asking him for help was basically useless.
It all depended on himself.
However, what could he do? He had already used everything he could and tried everything he couldn't. He just couldn't take it anymore.
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