C215 Clean up the Battlefield, Pick up Corpses!!(part II)

Above the jungle canopy, a Winged Race holy rank fighter, ensnared in a cloud of poison, sensed the life force of Carr vanish thousands of meters away. Panic flooded his eyes. Carr's extinguished life force signified his death, and with it, the fighter's own peril escalated.

But luck was on his side. The chains that had ensnared him, moving like agile whips with their sharp