Jose was filled with heartache as he gazed upon the shattered remains of the Elite Eighteen. He never anticipated that Malphas' strength would be so frightful!
“Do you really think you can destroy the divine altar with your measly abilities? That's simply wishful thinking. Let me tell you, this altar is made of Kohron's frigid iron. If you were able to destroy it, wouldn't you be ruining the reputation of Kohron?” Malphas sneered at Jared.
“Since I can't destroy the altar, I'll destroy you...” Jared's eyes burst with a bright light as he stared at Malphas.
Malphas did not know why he felt uncomfortable being stared at by Jared. After all, the man was only a Martial Arts Marquis. There was no way he could be a threat. Now that he had used the power of the altar to reincarnate, his strength was much stronger than when he was a soul spirit. But even so, he still felt pressure from Jared's gaze.
“Die!” Jared roared and charged toward Malphas.
RESTRICTED CONTENT
Sorry, this chapter is locked. Only readers with active membership account can access this page.
Visit https://virtual-novel.net/donate/ to have active membership account.
Alternative site is available for free readers (no regular updates for some titles)
OR LOGIN: