Immediately afterward, the Temple Thief's body temperature soared. It was as though a hundred volcanoes had erupted from within him at once. Stormy Waves of War Flames burned away the hooded cloak covering his body, revealing a set of Totem Armor beneath that was in no way inferior to Kassava's Rage of Lava.
The arm armor of this set of Totem Armor had originally been as thick and sturdy as battering rams.
With the chains wrapped around them for reinforcement, they looked even more ferocious, like massive siege cannons.
Before Kassava could even suck in a sharp breath, the "cannon" on the right had already aimed at his chest and fired fiercely.
Caught off guard, Kassava had no way to counterattack. He could only barely cross his arms before his chest.
Boom!
The Temple Thief's chain-wrapped iron fist struck squarely at the point where Kassava's arms crossed.
Kassava instantly felt dozens of crisscrossing cracks appear in every bone in both his arms.
The other man's power was like molten lava that seeped through every crack.
It gathered deep in his chest, turning into a demonic hand thousands of degrees hot that viciously squeezed his lungs, nearly crushing them apart.
Even with Kassava's incomparably robust physique, the enhancement of his Totem Armor, and both feet rooted deeply in the ground,
he still staggered back more than a dozen steps beneath that incomparably fierce blow, smashing through a wall thicker than half an arm. He spat out a mouthful of burning blood before barely managing to steady himself.
Yet the burning, wounds, and agony afflicting his flesh-and-blood body were not the main reasons Kassava's resolve had been so badly shaken.
What truly horrified Kassava was the set of Totem Armor on his opponent's body. It seemed to flow with magma, bore countless