After entering the Netherworld Force Field, their abilities and energy were suppressed too, but their physical bodies were incredibly strong!
Acrylic shot toward Wu Kuang like a blood-red meteor!
Wu Kuang's eyes widened. His muscles bulged, his heartbeat pounded like a drum, and the sound of rushing rivers came from within him!
"Go to hell! Anyone who stands in the way of the gods must be eliminated!"
"Dragon Fist!"
He strode forward and swung a heavy punch, unleashing the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon!
It was clearly an utterly ordinary punch, yet it seemed to flow as naturally as heaven and earth, as if it could shatter every obstacle in its path. Its meaning was impossible to put into words!
Acrylic, however, roared angrily:
(?°?益°?) "What the hell kind of gods are you talking about? Take your people and stop right there!"
As he spoke, blood crystals grew over his arm. He threw a punch of his own, smashing it hard against Wu Kuang's iron fist!
Power burst out and swept in every direction, blasting a huge crater into the Netherworld River!
A cracking sound rang out. Acrylic stared in astonishment at his arm. Cracks had appeared across his Blood Crystal Muscle!
What the hell was this guy Wu Kuang?
His strength might not have been that great, but the intent behind that punch made Acrylic deeply uncomfortable, as if something were inexplicably hindering him!
It had even cracked Acrylic's blood crystals!
Acrylic was a terrifying existence just one step away from becoming Star Eater. Even with most of his abilities sealed in the Netherworld River, his physical strength alone was enough to beat Bing Chacha to a pulp!
What kind of bizarre power was this?
But Acrylic had never been one to admit defeat!