"They... have returned..."
At this moment, Farael suddenly trembled all over.
He then held his head tightly and squatted down, not caring how the Clown's fists hit him, as if he felt no pain at all.
Finally... the Clown gave up on continuing to attack this guy.
"They've returned... Ah—!!!"
Suddenly, Farael stood up, a turbulent aura emanating from him like a tornado— in shock, he had already crossed the distance, appearing directly before the Clown.
The Clown, with his superhuman perception, couldn't capture the opponent's movements—next, under his incredulous gaze, he could only see Farael tear open the Holy Armor on his chest—tear open his breastplate!
"Get away!!"
After tearing open the Clown's breastplate, he punched out—Mr. Clown's body was slammed directly into the ground!
At this time, Farael, holding a piece of the Clown's Holy Armor's breastplate, directly fixed his gaze on Caesar.
