On another secondary battlefield—
Though the clash here was not as cataclysmic as the confrontation between Hathaway and Morse, the starry river still trembled, and laws themselves shattered under the intensity of battle.
"You who wield the origin of death itself… what exactly are you?!"
Zeth's expression was dark and grim.
He had originally believed that, with his strength as an Authority-rank, defeating this quasi-Authority opponent would be effortless.
Yet after fighting for so long, the opponent's eerie and overwhelming death-force had pushed him into a miserable state.
Zeth had no doubt—
Once this man fully stepped into Authority rank, he would be crushed beyond recognition.
Such a terrifying prodigy must be killed before he fully grows.
Boom!
A violent surge of dark energy erupted from within Zeth, his aura rising sharply and rapidly!
Seeing this, Koro's brows tightened.
Clearly, the newfound surge of strength from Zeth was becoming troublesome.
"Need help?"
