"Forbidden Spell: Infernal Starfall!"
Ethan's voice was low and fierce, black hair flying wildly in the blazing storm. The moment he thought of "opening fire," it was as if a switch had been thrown deep within him. His bloodline's craving for firepower roared awake, filling him with ruthless, violent resolve.
"What a joke. You haven't even triggered your awakening, and you think you can harm me?"
Belenor's eyes glinted with mockery as he watched the meteor descend. His massive frame stood unshaken, like a mountain of iron. He clenched one massive fist, the gauntlet exploding with a metallic crack.
He used no skill, no spell—just sheer brute strength. Yet the air around his gauntlet distorted and bent as if reality itself feared his punch.
"This guy's raw attack power… it's on par with upper-tier abyssal demons. At least two hundred thousand physical attack power, bare minimum!" Riven muttered in shock.
The Clan of Might.
