章 507: The Arms of A Conqueror

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The cataclysmic tremor from Asteroth's strike lingered for quite some time as he continued to laugh boisterously while ostensibly standing above Apollo's body. A surge of delight flowed through him as he felt the weight of his grudge slip away with each hammer strike he aimed at the ground beneath his feet.

However, a deranged look entered his eyes as he glanced down. "This isn't enough! Although it feels good, it's far from enough. You need to know the meaning of true suffering; you need to know how it feels to run without purpose after facing peril!"

Boom! Booooom! BOOOOOM!

Each successive strike Asteroth released grew at an alarming rate. By the time Asteroth finished his rage-filled words, a crater at least 300 meters deep was burrowed within the ground. Even Fuhrer felt some surprise as he witnessed this scene.