Arrogant, unyielding, burning...
At this moment, it seemed as if a flame was flickering in Casio's eyes, distorting and blurring everything around him. The colors of everything, the contours of the world, the sound of the gale. Everything began to deform rapidly, losing meaning.
Time seemed to recede like sea water from all directions.
Everything was frozen at that last moment.
Around the world, countless Secret Martial Art hobbyists were still looking up to the sky, shouting "Countless demonic thoughts, Sacred Heart Scripture"; in Florence, all the major human forces were still fiercely battling the dark beast tide brought by the calamitous dark sludge, with elite warriors grim and bloodstained. Only some elder-level powerhouses looked up at the sky, seemingly praying and calling out the name of the Demon Figure Gate Master; Dark Ice Extreme Fist and Weeping Sound of Devil confronted each other.
