"They... came back..."
Farrell suddenly began trembling all over.
Then, astonishingly, he clutched his head and crouched down. No matter how Mr. Clown's fists battered him, he seemed not to feel the slightest pain.
At last... Mr. Clown gave up attacking the man.
"They're back... Ah--!!!"
Suddenly, Farrell stood up. A violent aura burst from him like a tornado. In the blink of an eye, he had crossed the distance and flashed directly in front of Mr. Clown.
Even Mr. Clown's superhuman senses failed to catch his movements. Then, under his incredulous gaze, Farrell reached out and tore open the Holy Armor covering him—tearing apart his breastplate!
"Get lost!!"
After tearing open Mr. Clown's breastplate, Farrell followed up with a punch. Mr. Clown's body was smashed straight into the ground!
At this moment, Farrell was holding a piece of Mr. Clown's breastplate in one hand. His gaze shifted directly to Caesar.
Caesar possessed orc blood, but at this moment... he was the true beast!
A flash.
Before he could react, his chest was struck head-on. The purple-black Holy Armor shattered in an instant, turning into light and returning to the Holy Seal. At the same time, Lake of No Destruction had already been seized by the opponent.
Another punch—and Caesar was blasted into a building.
Yet in the blink of an eye, Caesar and Mr. Clown had both been defeated by Farrell.
Farrell did not stop. He did not even glance at Catherine and the others from the Apocalypse Myth. Looking utterly deranged, he raised the breastplate like a shield in one hand, held Lake of No Destruction in the other, and charged toward the place where the black light was emanating!
The elf's engraving shimmered on the blade, yet beneath that pitch-black radiance, it was no more than a