Boom!
With a deafening noise, the shadowy figure of the Netherworld God, with a punch that dominated the world, suddenly halted.
A crack appeared abruptly on the fist, then swiftly spread!
Crack!
In an instant, the entire fist was covered in cracks, and then, unable to sustain itself, shattered with a roar in mid-air.
The violent force directly propelled the shadow of the Netherworld God backward, slamming into the ground behind, creating a massive crater.
The earth trembled, and dust shot into the sky.
Borgia and the others were all stunned.
A moment ago, that was supposed to be Prince Harren's full strength attack, with no reservations.
Was it broken just like that?
Broken so simply like that?
Everyone couldn't help but look towards Rob III.
This was someone who appeared very young, with eternally calm and deep eyes, seeming somewhat profound, but upon closer inspection, revealed a hint of dominance, as if born to be a king.
How terrifying this person must be!
