"He uses the attribute of darkness and has plucked his own wings..." Ern muttered as he stared intently at Markaz, "You're a Fallen Angel, right?" Ern shouted.
Markaz turned to him and nodded slightly, "You're right, but does it matter now? Stay there. You three have the best seats in the audience."
Markaz waved his hand as streams of darkness surrounded him and slowly penetrated. They turned into various tattoos that covered his entire body.
"Here we go." Markaz said calmly as he attacked while his fist was covered in darkness.
At the last moment, Wain stepped back, and Markaz's fist swept in front of his face.
Whoooooooosh.
The darkness on his hand erupted in a torrent, and everything in front of Markaz within five meters was destroyed like an explosion blast.
"Hey, do you really have to be so serious right away?" Wain smirked before attacking.
