The Man’s Decree

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.

tornado, only to find everything else in its surroundings being swallowed inside and ripped to

the gang and they unwittingly retreated as far

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

Mandra leaped toward where the woman was, completely disregarding his own safety. He quickly took Benita in his arms and went

gusts of wind flurried through the air, he gnashed his teeth, struggling to stand

what, I won‘t

Mandra, gazing at the old, ugly man right before her eyes in

some reason, Mandra seemed like a different man to her at that

when has he become

the man was starting to

terrifying aura zipping toward him, he could feel

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

out a roar, and Dragonslayer Sword radiated a magnificent glow. Immediately afterward, a beam of golden

aura formed a colossal sword of dozens of meters long in mid-air

dark sky so brightly that it resembled

“Now!”

his might. A gush of blinding light zapped across the

distinct auras clashed with