บท 135: 120 Top Three of Meditation, Golden Equipment (Extra with 500 Monthly Tickets)

In the canyon!

Bones burst forth, sending Albert Becky flying directly.

This blow, dealing over thirty thousand damage, Albert Becky felt it fully.

If such damage was inflicted on a great swordsman or even one from the Storm Legion, they would be blown to bits in one hit!

But Albert Becky was different.

As a third-turn peak of rare quality.

His strength was horrifyingly imposing.

The same blow landing on him wouldn't kill him outright.

Of course, he wasn't exactly comfortable, either.

After all, this hit carried ten thousand points of Nether Thunder damage, and he was unlucky enough to trigger paralysis.

The moment he landed, a black electric light flashed across his body, paralyzing him entirely.

What was more threatening was that Dean McKenzie had already calculated where he would land.

25 meters, that's the distance Bone Resistance pushed him away.

In this very spot, someone, or rather a skeleton, had been waiting for him for a long time.