The black ball slowly dissipated, and on the body of the white-armored soldier who reappeared, was a horrific saber mark. The saber mark had almost slashed his body into two pieces, and a great number of red blood vessels wormed out from the gap of the wounds, waving madly like a dancing snake.
At this moment, a faint feeling of pain was spreading at the body part where Garen had used to forcefully resist the opponent's attack.
His brows knitted together, but such an attack could only make him feel pain. Some of the scales' surfaces were ruined, nothing more.
Boom!
His tail twined round the Warrior in front of him and entangled him tightly.
Sizz...
The powerful might was not something even the Incarnation of a Lower God could compare with. Garen's 260-points of Strength was fierce, tightening the Warrior more and more…