The Supreme Heir

In The Face Of Absolute Power [II]

This was not the end. Not to mention the energy that was as substantial as it could get, just look at his entire body now slightly suspended in the air, with his feet seemingly stepping on something. A blood-red light that appeared out of thin air in front of Irving's chest, and that seemed both real and unreal, keeps circling around his entire body.

The burly man looked dazed, looking at the strange behavior of the young man in front of him, and groaned. His swung fist was actually deflected by his opponent's hand, and the force of the impact was so great that he couldn't stand steadily. He sat on the ground, panting, looking at Irving in front of him, who was like a demon with murderous eyes.

Irving's eyes were empty. What his opponent mistook for murderous intent was naturally just essence. But Irving did not take the opportunity to attack him. It was not that he did not want to, but he was powerless at the moment. In his mind, the spirit guide kept chattering with a serious face.