In the face of the cloud flames that could purify the evil of this world and burn higher concepts, the sword slash finally lost its overbearing momentum.
With the involvement of the cloud flames, a spark began to appear at the center point of the collision. Even the surrounding environment started to become distorted.
In just a minute, the winner in the confrontation finally appeared because the sword qi on Fein's attack gradually reached its limit.
'So this is the power of cloud flame?'
Fein had to admit that the flame's power didn't let his expectations down. Just like that, the sword slash completely disappeared. Roger heaved a sigh. He looks like a nest of birds, and he's completely devoid of his previous elegance.
'I don't need to pay for the damages to his clothes, right?' Fein thought worriedly as he looked at the cuts on Roger's expensive-looking clothes.
