In just half a minute, Ove felt as if his body had been trampled by a million mammoths.
No, it was a million Dark Giant Dragons, all skilled in physical combat and all at a legendary level.
After firing this shot, Ove was exhausted.
However, the thunderstorm that cascaded down like a waterfall was very effective.
Or rather, for a Dominator Level, such damage was still considerable.
The surface of the unknown fleshball Dominator of the Horus Plane was scorched black after being baptized by the Thunder of Rules, while painful howls echoed from within.
Under this kind of bombardment, ordinary deities would have long been
