A Man Like None Other

Nana had exhausted too much stamina unleashing Nine Shadows Godly Strike and materializing five shadow clones of himself. After all, rays of light that emitted from those shadow clones also stemmed from the strength within him.

Had the shadow clones been mere illusions, they could never have possessed any attack power.

Astonished, Patrick gaped at Edgar. The former had pulled his ultimate move but still could not seem to finish Nana off, not to mention even failing to incapacitate him.

Patrick then caught a glimpse of Nana panting profusely. The corner of his lips curled slightly upward as a thought popped into his head.

“No matter what technique you use, Paul, you’ll only be expending lots of spiritual energy. As for me, the power of laws is at my disposal. Your time is up! Prepare to meet your doom!”

Patrick knew that Nana was already at his limit.

Altering his stance, Patrick took root in the spot and sent vines piercing deep underground. The next second, his aura intensified.

Countless vines began to whirl as they twined around one another and danced in mid-air at an ever-increasing speed.

In an instant, a tornado was conjured in the sky. Gathering enormous strength, the tornado spun wildly as it advanced toward Edgar.

Should Nana get swept into it, even his Herculean physique would be crushed into meat paste.

stared intently at that gargantuan tornado, only to find everything else in

gang and they unwittingly

danger, he noticed Benita at the entrance was gradually getting sucked into the tornado. As she was weak, the strong wind proved too much for

where the woman was, completely disregarding his own safety. He quickly took Benita in his arms

the air, he gnashed his teeth, struggling to stand his ground with

won‘t let go of

turn, held onto Mandra, gazing at the old, ugly

Mandra seemed like a

when has he become so dashing and

Benita realize that the man was

the terrifying aura zipping

Power of Dragons into the sword. Then came a series of buzzing sounds from Dragonslayer Sword in his

roar, and Dragonslayer Sword radiated a magnificent glow. Immediately afterward,

a matter of seconds, the golden aura formed a colossal

dark sky so brightly that it resembled

“Now!”

hands with all his might. A gush of

distinct auras clashed with each other, a