***Do you think this will stop me, Mortal?!***
Porphyrion raised his left hand into the air and activated a skill.
An impenetrable red barrier appeared above him, as the 30 weapons fell on it.
BOOOOOOM!!!!!
Porphyrion's, The Giants' and everyone's eyes widened, as the 30 weapons cut open the barrier like hot knife cutting butter, and accurately collided with Porphyrion.
***AUGH!!***
He spurted out a mouthful of blood, as he fell to his knees, All the weapons embedded in his body.
***You!!***
He looked up at Michael in Horror.
"You might be an Immortal, But in presence of two Mystical-Class attacks, You're nothing."
The moment his word ended, The Weapons plunged deeper, destroying Porphyrion's soul.
"No resurrection this time!"
Porphyrion's huge body fell on the ground, Dead.
""...""
"Did he just killed the boss without moving a finger?" Firenze asked in horror.
