His punches and kicks were swung densely, leaving no room for attacks. Showing no signs of retreat, he charged straight into the crowd of encroaching guards.
In the blink of an eye, sounds of metal being torn apart and screams echoed through the air as severed limbs flew around.
Lord Nine Brown didn't dodge. He barreled straight into the most populated area.
Neither knives, cannons, nor various types of spells did anything but create sparks upon striking him.
Fully manifesting his "Supreme Tyrant Body," his physical and magical defense reached a ludicrous level.
There would be no damage unless an attack could surpass that level, and a constant source of Curse Power was needed.
He was like an armored vehicle charging into the crowd, unrivaled and unstoppable.
Was this the same man who used to be so obsequious?
Young Master Kak, glancing at the bronze titan before him, felt a sense of impending death for the first time.
The old man next to him looked even more somber.
