Turles withdrew his fist and lightly flicked his wrist.
Looking at Saganbo, who was clutching his chest and coughing up blood, Turles felt somewhat disappointed.
He had even taken the precaution of being careful.
Turles took a step forward, ready to finish off this guy and free up his hands to deal with Moro.
On a desolate mountain ridge in the distance.
Moro stood in the cold wind with his hands behind his back.
A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.
The lives of his subordinates meant nothing to him.
Even scraps can still be squeezed out of their value as long as they can exhaust the prey's strength.
Moro raised his right hand, pointing it out at Saganbo in mid-air across the vast void, tens of kilometers away.
Sizzle!
A beam of dark purple magic light, several times thicker than before, shot out instantly, tearing through the space in its path and piercing Saganbo's back with perfect precision!
"Ughhhhh--!"
High in the sky, Saganbo, who was preparing to fight desperately, suddenly stiffened, unable to utter a complete scream, only managing a weak, hissing sound.
His body, which had already reached its limit, swelled up even more under this tyrannical second infusion, like a fully inflated balloon!
Sizzle!
The tough Battle Suit was completely torn to shreds by the bulging muscles, and the blood vessels on the skin surface burst one after another, sending up a cloud of blood mixed with thick blackish-purple smoke.
A terrifying magical power, like a runaway volcano, surged wildly from Saganbo's body, instantly shattering the air within a radius of tens of meters!
"Roar! Aaaaaah--!"
Saganbo opened his mouth wide and howled, but not a single human sound could be squeezed out of his throat, and his eyes turned completely blood red.
The excruciating pain had already damaged his brain; he was now nothing more than a mad beast incapable of feeling pain.
Turles withdrew his foot, his previously relaxed shoulders slumped slightly, and his expression instantly turned serious.
That old bastard Moro really knows how to be ruthless.
Saganbo stomped his feet hard in mid-air, the air beneath his feet exploding as he streaked forward, leaving a trail of sonic booms in his wake.
Just a few breaths ago he had to rely on skill and teamwork, but now he's just charging around with brute force that's increased exponentially.
In the blink of an eye, Saganbo crossed the distance between the two, leaped high into the air, and brought his right fist, wrapped in an intensely dark purple demonic aura, crashed down towards Turles's head!
Before the fist even landed, the immense wind pressure had already pressed Turles's black hair flat against his scalp.
His power has surged wildly!
Turles didn't dare to be overconfident and try to catch it with one hand again.
Just as the fist grazed the tip of his nose, Turles twisted his waist and exerted force, his toes barely touching the ground as he quickly retreated half a step.
The violent force of the punch grazed Turles ' chest and hurtled downwards, tearing a massive vacuum rift through the thick clouds a thousand meters below!
Saganbo missed his target and didn't even pause to catch his breath.
He took advantage of the momentum of his fall and stepped into the air. His two thick arms swung in a wide arc, turning into a dense black shadow that smashed wildly against Turles ' body!
Turles bent his arms slightly in front of his chest, and his feet slid sideways in quick succession.
He swayed left and right, narrowly avoiding Saganbo's heavy punches each time.
The whistling wind from the punch grazed the dark red body hair on his skin.
Saganbo's knee missed its mark, and as soon as his foot touched the ground, without even looking, he kicked out with both legs again, attacking like a mad dog!
As he watched the dark figure rushing towards him, Turles adjusted his breathing while retreating at high speed, his chest rising and falling smoothly.
They began to constantly dodge the frenzied beast.
Despite his relentless pursuit, Turles's mind was entirely on Moro.
The delirious thug behind him was merely at the end of his rope and posed little threat to him.
There's no need to fight him head-on and waste your energy. Just keep him occupied for a while, and once the forced magic power completely burns away his body, he'll die on his own.
The one we really need to be wary of, from beginning to end, is that old goat standing motionless on the hilltop!
On a desolate mountain ridge in the distance.
Moro seemed to have seen through Turles's plan as well.
Even at this point, they're still thinking about saving their strength to defend themselves.
A faint smile tugged at Moro's withered, goat-like face. "What a cunning monkey."
"Since that's the case, let me help you loosen up your muscles a bit."
As soon as he finished speaking, Moro slowly raised his right hand, his withered fingers making a light swirl in the air.
Buzz--!
Invisible magical ripples spread rapidly from his fingertips, traversing tens of kilometers of void in the blink of an eye, and plunging deep into the crust of the Planet Turles.
The next second, the entire planet began to tremble violently!
Rumble!
The earth cracked open with countless bottomless gaps, and the star core tides deep underground and the free energy of the surrounding star fields were forcibly extracted by Moro's finger.
Dozens of thick, reddish-gold energy torrents burst from the ground, weaving into a massive net in mid-air, surging wildly towards Turles' retreat route as if sealing off the heavens and the earth!
High in the sky, Turles was preparing to sidestep Saganbo's sweeping punch.
Suddenly, an extremely intense, oppressive feeling of energy surged from my back!