Holding the Purple Hammer, the challenge target suddenly moved, turning into a fleeting shadow, rapidly approaching him.
Morris felt a twinge in his heart, and silver scales began to grow on the surface of his skin, encasing his entire body like a layer of armor.
But soon, he found that the challenge target's speed was not very fast, and he could easily react.
"Why so slow?" Morris found it a bit difficult to adjust; the intensity of battles with the Abyss Clan had always been so high that there was almost no time for extra thought, but now it was entirely different.
However, he still did not let loose, only clenching his fists, wanting to try exchanging blows with the opponent, testing their mettle first.
Who knew that as the challenge target got closer, its speed suddenly surged, swinging the Purple Hammer at his head without any energy fluctuations.
It only caused a storm to howl in the highly solid internal space of the Eternal Holy Seat.
