The First Heir

This time, Philip saw the timing of Wayward King’s attack and made his move.

Bang, boom!

In the air, the chimera fists thrown out by Philip turned into balls of fire and formed a sea of flaming lotuses that engulfed Wayward King.

Wayward King was constrained by Marquis Fulmore’s attack and had no means to fight Philip. He glared around furiously, and his body surged with raging energy and the power of rules.

“Junior! You’re courting death!” Wayward King roared.

Suddenly, his face darkened and his eyebrows twitched. In that instant, a crack mark appeared between his eyebrows. It was a symbol of the power of his rules!

Crack!

Wayward King raised his hand and slashed. A space crack as deep as the abyss appeared between him and Philip.

In that instant, Philip vaguely saw a corner of the starry sky and a continent that he had never seen before in the abyss that exuded the vibe of a great desolate land. It was a futuristic city full of tall buildings, mechas, spaceships, and space orbits!

Where was this?

being engulfed by the abyss-like crack. Then, another space crack appeared above

a waterfall,

unscathed as though he was bathing in holy light. That endless sea

only suited for long-range attacks. He used his power of rules to continuously form

combat

that I’m only good at long-range attacks, but few know that close

heard. Wayward King’s aura suddenly soared, reaching the peak of a half step

vast sun in the sky, so bright that

Boom, bang!

punches from Philip. At the same time, he quickly counterattacked

immediately surged and the tremendous energy pressure blasted by the two set

Boom!

fell into the sea from the air like a cannonball. A huge wave hundreds of meters high was blasted into the sea