Bab 1359: The Monster of Calamity

Baganbu, the one who had an exceptional sense of smell, was hit so hard that he flew away. He looked like a shabby sack as he traced an arc through the air, landing only after a long time.

Sheyan tried his best to calm down his turbulent breathing. Oxygen was a luxury for him right now. After all, fire was burning all over his body. He slowly retracted his fist. On his fist, G-spot was rapidly shifting shape, transforming from a silver glove back into Evil Sword Apophis.

The 'Ultimate Impact' Sheyan just performed was a heavy burden even for his powerful self, so much so that he even had difficulty putting out the flame on his body right now. He could only try his best to maintain his balance to keep himself from falling down humiliatingly.