บท 198: CHAPTER 157: LOOK UP AT THE SKY

Crack.

Broken.

Numb.

This three feelings assaulted Azief fist the moment he clashed fist with the Great Warrior of Weronian.

When they unleashed their powers, the skies turns dims and the pressure coming out the fists of Azief and Purunghasa suppress the Heavens and dominate the Earth.

Mountains shattered and nations ruined.

Their fists collided and the sounds rings out like a tolling bell resonating with the Laws of the Worlds.

Thunder and Flames like they were in agreement, ravaged Spain, like the Judgment Day has arrived.

Countless of creatures dies either they were burned by fire or strike down by lightning.

Thunders fills the clouds, lightning striking the Earth like Spain was a lightning rod attracting all the lightning on the sky.

The hard ground was melted by the heat generated by the fist of Purunghasa. When they clashed, their fists collided, for that briefest moment, they know.

This is how true experts fight.