CHAPTER 837
THUD—! THUD—! SKIDDDDD—!
Orion came to a halt almost immediately, a deep frown etching his features at the sheer strength Thalos had just exerted against him.
'I had almost forgotten why the three of us were feared across continents… the three musketeers of war indeed,' Orion thought, spitting a glob of blood angrily as he rose from the dirt.
He cast a wary glare toward Thalos and Fenrir, who stood poised in the distance.
'... Thalos; the gargoyle general with enormous strength who adapts, learns, and grows mid-battle. Now, he is an even bigger menace with physical power on the level of a Primordial beast—just a step below the strongest ranked entities in existence.'
His eyes glided toward Fenrir, who had jagged lightning arcing around his feet and hands.
Traces of the volatile element permeated the air, making the hair on Orion's neck stand on end.
