Reduced to a Pulp
Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations
"Boom!"
Zhang Ruoxu rose to the sky like a dragon, as his body was set aflame by layers of dark halos, transforming him into a dark wyrm. He darted out a few dozen meters in a blink and charged at Chen Fan.
His display of power justified his spot at the third place of the Divine Roll.
Everyone's faces changed when they saw the development.
No one under the level of Earth Level Deity could have defeated Zhang Ruoxu, not even Ye Qincang. The dark energy and wyrm scales that appeared on his skin were telltale signs of his mighty power.
"Boom!"
The main hall of the Yinfeng Tower was over a few hundred meters wide. However, Zhang Ruoxu had coverd that distance with just one step.
A white light appeared in the air, and then a deafening blare.
Hypersonic!