Chapter 368: Aphex's Finally Getting Serious, Too Many Powerful Skills!

Aphex spat blood, his silver hair disheveled and his fury uncontained.

His crescent blades lashed out in a wild frenzy, but Stark's teleportation kept him untouchable.

The crimson spheres blinked across the battlefield, creating an intricate dance of destruction that even Aphex couldn't predict. 

"You're starting to piss me off!" Aphex roared, slamming his hand into the ground.

The battlefield rumbled as he unleashed [Gravity Flux], creating a gravitational pull that slowed Stark's movements.

But it was too late.

Stark had already reached his last crimson ball, teleporting and then landing his final blow, his fists glowing with crimson energy as all six arms punched Aphex simultaneously.

-1,447,836!

The force of the impact sent Aphex hurtling across the battlefield, his body carving a trench through the ground as he skidded to a halt.

Dust and debris settled as the damage counter tallied up.