"Boom!"
A four-meter-tall Asura Armor crashed into the ground, sending fragments of stone and dust flying, and a shallow white shockwave swept across.
Under the moonlight.
It was an Asura clad in purple-gold armor, with knotted muscles surging beneath the black iron Scale Armor like raging waves pounding the shore. Dark gold patterns wound around his shoulders and arms, resembling molten lava. Shadows of four arms emerged, alternating between illusion and reality. With each breath, one could faintly see a Vajra Pestle, Soul Suppressing Chain, and Flame Blade Spear.
Each weapon exuded a fierce aura from Hell.
Looking up, despite the ferocious and violent appearance, he had a face as beautifully crafted as cold jade, rather handsome. His irises were different colors; the left was burning bright gold, and the right was deep indigo. On his forehead, two horns, silver-white like jade, protruded, with five or six blood-red battle patterns coiling at their tips.
