Crack—!!
Black flames spread across the field, igniting as though they were scattering like a wildfire. A series of heavy, thunderous sounds followed in quick succession.
Boom—! Kuung—!!!
Due to the pressure in the air, sparks flew outwards, and through the gaps, the massive figure of Du Ryeong swung his axe wildly.
Flames wrapped around the axe’s blade, shaping it into a rough, deadly form. The fire’s expansion only made the blade stronger and larger, increasing its reach.
Du Ryeong continued swinging with all his might, as if intending to shatter everything in his path.
Yet the man standing before him easily deflected each attack, unaffected.
"do not comfort yourself with false prestige " damn turtle jiji thats was a cool af sentence