Chapter 1178

Artemi tried to get up, but a sharp, excruciating pain shot through his leg. When he looked down, he saw a wound so deep that the bone was exposed. The wound was the size of a baseball, with flesh hanging out. As blood trickled down his leg, the sight was enough to make the skin crawl. The pain was so overwhelming that it felt like it was taking over his mind, and he almost blacked out. Artemi's men stared at the blood-stained shovel on the ground in horror. Their legs turned to jelly, and they couldn't summon the courage to move. Matthew casually made his way to the shovel and picked it up before approaching Artemi. "Try running away again if you want to die." Artemi was sweating buckets from the pain. He clenched his teeth and replied, "I'm not running away anymore." Matthew coldly grunted. Without warning, he swung the shovel at the legs of Artemi's men. Two loud cracks rang out as their shins broke. They collapsed to the ground, clutching their legs and screaming in agony.