It’s going to be bad!

Although I don’t know what Walter is going to do, it’s definitely going to be bad!

The air had solidified the moment Walter started his hand, and the teleportation was sealed!

But I still have the best speed, and magic... Forget about magic, Walter has already boasted about this, so I don't want to risk my own life and fight against him.

The moment I decided to pay attention and apply oil on the soles of my feet, Walter, who was still, let out the loudest dragon roar since the beginning of the war.

The roar of the dragon's power resounded throughout the world, but it was surprisingly not harsh. Instead, it gave people a very distant and ancient feeling, as if it resonated with some mysterious and mysterious laws in this world.

In this strange dragon roar of his life, the fireball behind him glowed brightly. Without any fancy means, it just came straight towards me, towards the entire area where I was, and even most of the world.

As soon as the explosion sounded, it seemed that the world could be heard cracking like glass.

Such explosions came one after another, and such crackling sounds continued continuously. For a moment, there were only explosions in the whole world, and in the eyes of the audience, there were only explosions.

Those with weaker strength would feel that their bodies, brains, and souls were about to explode just after seeing such an explosion without being affected at all.

Fortunately, Hardy was prepared. With a wave of his hand, his six senses were blocked and he couldn't feel anything.

If something like a strong person is malicious, just seeing or feeling it is enough to make people go crazy and collapse. The battlefield between strong people is not a place that ordinary people can get involved, even adventurers, too

It's not enough to be too weak.

The explosion, which seemed to be about to explode the world, continued, with thousands of fireballs, and no one knew how long it would last.

This kind of power is really difficult to describe in words. Compared with the magic of werewolf transformation, it is like the gap between TNT and nuclear bombs. Even the colorful moonlight sword may not be able to explode this kind of power.

And what caused all of this didn't seem to be any advanced skills, nor any compound magic, nor any advanced skills. It was just ordinary-looking, pure fireballs that exploded with a BOOM sound.

Regardless of the principle, based on this skill alone, Walter is indeed qualified to criticize the werewolf's magic as flashy and flashy.

Run away? Avoid? Doesn't exist.

The spirituality endowed by the fireball has not disappeared. As long as it is affected by the explosion of the first fireball, the remaining fireballs will swarm in like a swarm of sharks smelling blood, and explode one after another until the enemy is completely destroyed.

shred.

It lasted for three or four minutes before the explosion completely stopped.

The entire Dragon Paradise seemed to be shrouded in thick fog, and everywhere was filled with dust after the explosion.

The earth is completely cracked, like dry land after being exposed to the sun. The sword peaks are tilting this way and that, like dominoes being toppled. The clouds in the sky are blown into scattered strands, like broken cotton, and even the blue sky seems to be

There are also slight cracks.

Looking around this world, we can no longer find a perfect place.

Dust filled the air, and in the center of the explosion, a figure gradually emerged, slowly stepping out of the haze.

Walter, who should have been relaxing, holding a cigarette holder, raising the corners of his mouth contemptuously, smiling at his opponent's embarrassment under his powerful attack, was now disheveled, with his cloak torn, looking around suspiciously and warily, looking very embarrassed.

It was as if it was not his opponent who was hit by the explosion, but himself.

This dramatic reversal not only made all the viewers widen their eyes and stretch their necks.

Just...what happened?
Chapter completed!