Chapitre 120: Remembering The Past 9: Adams Vs An Ashura 1

Adams stood tall, his golden eyes burning with an intensity that made the battlefield itself tremble. The four-armed demon, who only moments ago had worn a grin of triumph, now lay sprawled across the broken earth, struggling to comprehend what had just happened. His chest throbbed with pain, a crater-like indentation where Adams' fist had landed. He staggered to his feet, his red skin bruised and cracked, his four arms twitching as he attempted to regain his composure.

A low growl rumbled from deep within his throat, his monstrous form towering over Adams. But for all his size and ferocity, he seemed to hesitate. There was something about the man before him—a presence so overwhelming, so all-encompassing—that made even this creature of chaos and destruction pause. Yet his arrogance refused to yield.