At this moment, Asmode simply couldn't understand why Shura's mecha, so small, possessed such astonishing power.
Under that terrifying force's pull, the strong centrifugal force almost pressed his entire body against the top protection dome.
As Shura's spinning accelerated, an overwhelming dizziness ensued.
From one rotation per second to more than ten rotations in an instant.
The Three-faced Beast in Shura's hands spun into nothing but a phantom.
No way… actually…
I'm going to throw up...
Asmode's face was now a bizarre purple, like an eggplant.
His abdomen rose and fell, eyes bloodshot under the strong centrifugal force.
—I can't hold it in!
He opened his mouth wide, and the turmoil in his stomach finally found a release.
Yet at this moment, Shura seemed also to have reached the peak of its force.
Suddenly, both hands loosened.
The Three-faced Beast was hurled from the sky, crashing toward the ground.
Thud!
