Crack~
As the Shadow power dissolved, Pierre's thunder armor dissipated around him. His flowing white-purple hair dropped to the ground.
Pierre rushed forward frantically, checking on Yaohuaba's condition with a deep frown.
"What the hell...?"
Staring at the deep crater and the bloodied lower body inside, Pierre furrowed. Sure, he was usually about as sharp as Limo, but Pierre's battle instincts were the best among Yumo's kids.
Even better than his mom.
He studied Yaohuaba's lower half, sensing the faint space fragments lingering in the crater. Pierre's eyes narrowed, worry flashing across his face.
This bastard sacrificed half his body to tank my attack, then... teleported away?
The abyss demons surrounding the battlefield hadn't moved. So that guy didn't escape?
Remembering how Yaohuaba looked earlier—taking that beating with that constipated look of wanting to unleash his trump card but holding back—Pierre instantly figured out what the guy was planning.
