Chapter 637: Water Tribulation (I)
"¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!" "¡BOOM!"
Explosions echoed across the shore of the Deus Behemoth Empire as the leader of the Tier 0 Dark Faction, Golden Tyrants, faced the master of the Scarlet Inquisition Force, the Scarlet King. The battle had already carried on for nearly thirty minutes, devastating the area for over two thousand kilometers.
One was an old monster whose name had reached the highest stage of the Deus Behemoth Empire for hundreds of years, while the other was a young man just twenty-one years old. Yet, the one that had the upper hand was no other than the Godslayer Human.
Cain's eyes were sharp and full of focus as he faced the strikes from the Deus Behemoth Titan, using every single opening he could find to land a powerful blow that would make the entrails of this one tremble.
Of course, the fact that Cain had the upper hand did not mean the battle was easy, as Goldkin was still a seasoned warrior, and his physical defenses could be considered formidable even for Titans.
"Die!"
Goldkin shouted as the golden glow on his right hand burst with force before adopting a blade form and flashing toward Cain's neck.
Cain's eyes narrowed as he saw the open palm coming at him, feeling a sharpness in this one mightier than any sword he had faced before. Yet, there was not just sharpness in it, as the golden aura burst forward the next instant, morphing into a spear intended to pierce his skull.
Goldkin showed a vicious smile as his sharp golden aura extended forward. This was a vicious attack that had managed to take by surprise several enemies in the past, and its offensive power was terrifying. Yet, just as he pictured the golden aura piercing Cain's eyes, the young man moved his head at the last moment, dodging the blow and appearing by his side.
Cain's eyes glowed with a red light that pushed his cognitive function and speed of thought beyond its limit, but also the golden light of The Flow that showed him the attack before it happened, allowing him not only to dodge it but to be in the perfect position to send his next strike.