Salanqi's grotesque and deformed face rapidly enlarged before Ronan's eyes, as a seven-fingered demon claw, wrapped in layers of eerie black gas, suddenly unfolded and viciously clawed towards Ronan's face.
"Boom!"
The residual shockwave of the explosive energy surged to the sides like tides, as Ronan's figure rapidly retreated beneath the golden cloud sea.
Salanqi shadowed him closely; every part of his body seemed to transform into vicious, unparalleled weapons of slaughter, moving with unimaginable speed. With every gesture, malevolent thoughts surged like an endless tide, purple-black halos shimmered, tearing the void apart like a rag in their wake.
Ronan continued to fly backward, the Golden Touch disintegrating back into the state of Golden Titanium, forming countless miniature versions of Golden Flame Blades, engaging in a ferocious battle with Salanqi at close range.
"Clang clang—"
