บท 641: Strange Hatred...

Pressure!

A massive amount of pressure, enough to render a ten thousand meters tall mountain to mere rubble, slammed down on Zeras with a crazy amount of power, so much that his knees buckled from it.

The reason behind it was more than clear. The woman before him was trying to force him down on his knees! He didn't even know why she had stopped him in place in the first place, when they were instructed to leave. And now she was trying to put him on his knees, without speaking a single word.

ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR

Crimson veins, like the veins of a calamitous devil, wriggled out of Zeras' face, his expression flickering with bloodlust.

A gigantic ring immediately appeared in the void of space, the pressure on him shattering into pieces, yet that wasn't all.

"Nine Star Fist, Second Form, Fist of the Angered God!"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM