The human knight's figure traced a high arc across the air, eventually crashing heavily into the boiling lava, stirring up a scorching wave. Although Lancelot's physical strength had surpassed that of a mere mortal after his Foundation Establishment, his True Yuan was now completely depleted, and the Flame Demon's Self-destructive Explosion had shattered his body. Plunging into the lava, survival was impossible.
"Big... Big... Big Brother!!!" Bruto, his face covered in blood, struggled to rise from the ground, completely ignoring his still-burning beard, almost delirious as he ran toward the lava lake, but he was immediately grappled by Alamir, who was less injured.
"Let me go!" the dwarf struggled desperately, "Hurry and save Lancelot! Didn't you see? He fell down!"
Normally, an elf priest would not be able to hold down a dwarf warrior robust as a bull, but Bruto's own injuries were extremely severe, and he was completely unable to break free from his comrade's grasp.
