"TAKE THIS FIST IF YOU HAVE THE GUT!" An enraged voice bellowed!
Bang!
A strong fist flew forward, racing towards the enemy!
No!
It wasn't a fist! The attack was in the form of black claws racing towards the enemy! As it moved it carried a strong, sinister aura as it moved, gaining more power with every distance it covered. The eld demigod planned to take the attack head-on but soon his face turned gloomy and numb!
Whoosh!
Without hesitation, he drifted to the side in a bid to evade the attack! His eyes were wide open due to shock as the fist turned in mid-air and chased after him!
"Damn it!" He screamed in shock as his heart skipped a beat at the sight.
Knowing the fist would only follow, he clasped his hands together and a three-layer barrier formed in front of him. He waited for the attack to hit a bit then he felt an arm touch his robe.
"You have been a bad boy" Derik whispered into his ears with his second arm raised high and power surging through it dangerously.
