The beautiful snake-woman seated on the majestic seat laughed coldly, "You want to flee? Not so easy, today will definitely be the day you die!!"
"If I want to run, other than a Type 6 expert, no one can stop me!"
Sitolius burst forth with a Mach-2 speed, seemingly unstoppable. Even the Type 5 Divine Warrior Mangudala from the Snake Race could not match his speed.
All of a sudden, from one corner, a sexy figure flashed past, appearing in front of Sitolius and sent a palm towards him.
Sitolius was currently at his maximum limit, and he had no way of dodging. He could only send a fist of his own to meet the attack.
With a powerful boom, both fists met with a resounding shockwave.
The force sent Sitolius flying back a dozen meters, his blood rushing, while his heart filled with shock.
