Boom!
As the attack struck Alex's palm, it felt like the world was placed on that hand, threatening to shatter it all under its weight.
Buzzzzz!
A fierce wind exploded from nowhere, surging like a hurricane with Alex at the center of it all, struggling with the sword light.
Shockwaves erupted across the battlefield as two figures stood with indifference in their eyes. The cosmic spirit of the sun and Belial remained silent as they watched the wind current calm down and Alex remained standing with his hand extended. He had a bloody wound on his palm and that was all the damage he suffered.
"He can hurt me," Alex said with a deep frown as he gazed at his bloody palm. He could feel the sword aura dancing within his open wound preventing it from healing.
What was more terrifying was that the black armor of the black flames was one when the attack hit.
This man can kill him...