Chapter 492: You’re worthy of being my opponent!
Squelch!
Thud!
BOOOOMMMMMMM...
The massive scythe came down like a cursed blade from a blood-red moon—fast, brutal, and beyond comprehension. In a flash, it slammed into Auremax’s body with devastating force. The impact sent him flying like a missile, his body exploding outward as if struck by a cannonball.
Blood sprayed in every direction, painting the sky crimson along his path.
He finally crashed into the earth with a thunderous impact, as if he’d just torn through an entire mountain range. Smoke and dust erupted into the air, shaking the ground for miles. The crater he left behind stretched hundreds of thousands of feet high.
"Damn shame," Ignarok sneered from above, grinning wide with a twisted, feral glee. "Still couldn’t take one hit from me."
His voice dripped with chaos and madness, his presence in the sky like a storm of pure destruction.
Down below, Auremax was a wreck—his golden scales soaked in blood, his wings torn and body battered. He looked like he’d been through hell.
That strike... it was no joke.
It had nearly crippled him.
"Infernal Demon King... Ignarok..." Auremax growled, lifting his head to glare at the demon in the sky. Blood trickled from his mouth, the pain only fueling his rage. With a powerful beat of his wings, he forced himself back into the air.