Forced to the Cliff

Cornelius, who had been attacked and injured, was no match for Joker. Their abilities were not on the same level. He could not even withstand ten attacks at his hands and was completely dominated. The sickening sound of breaking bones one after another rang out, chilling to the core. Joker was merciless with every strike aiming to kill. In just a moment, Cornelius crumpled to the ground, unable to rise. Joker leisurely pulled out an expensive handkerchief. He calmly wiped the blood off his hands, "It's a pity that Raven died too soon. I couldn’t witness you two brothers confronting each other." He lazily lifted his eyelids, glancing at Cornelius who had fallen to the ground, vomiting blood, and barely able to hold his sword. "Raven's clone is also gone. Otherwise, I could have watched you kill each other today. That would've been far more entertaining." His words continuously provoked Cornelius, compelling him to push himself to stand up again due to his profound hatred. He charged at