A flicker of flame erupted violently on the Black Book, then transformed into a gigantic trident.
Whoosh!
The shadow's arm extended, and the flame darted like lightning in a flash.
A path of flame pierced through space; a moment ago, it was before him, but in the next moment, it was right in front of Clayton Schmidt.
The power of two rising suns condensed into such a small strike, even amid this vast divine enthronement space.
The immense force still dispersed the mist completely, yet Clayton Schmidt's gaze did not waver in the slightest.
Interesting! What a pity!
Clayton Schmidt suddenly burst into laughter.
His voice bore no trace of age, much like the hearty laughter of a young man.
At this moment, his body transformed into a gigantic whirlpool, as if a meteor had fallen into the ocean.
Endless whirlpools encircled, with flames from everywhere converging upon his body.
This furious suction even absorbed the flame path from that trident's strike.
