Battle of the Devils

Roar!

The Devil's roar echoed in his ears.

The devil's mirage slowly appeared behind Kieran after that.

The strong and powerful body of magma, the blazing wings with shining mystical runes and the dual horns that were as sharp as a sword appearing to pierce the heavens.

An arrogant and chaotic aura erupted like a volcano from Kieran's body, tearing apart the pressuring aura from the Burning Marquis.

Wung!

The air trembled for a while.

Similar to the distortion caused by high temperature, black started to spawn in between the two of them.

The black was as deep as the abyss.

"Mm?"

Burning Marquis was surprised. He looked at his eldest son with a very astonished look.

Based on what he knew from his men, he knew the arrogance in his eldest son's bloodline had a bigger breakthrough through all kinds of unjust treatment; his strength would surely be enhanced.