What!
The magic warriors of the Chaori tribe were shocked.
What he was holding was the sacred weapon of the Chaori tribe, a powerful weapon bestowed upon the tribe's magic warriors by the wizard himself.
Even the hardest stone hammer will shatter under the impact of the artifact.
Before I could make it, I was pinched here and left a handprint.
The magic warrior of the Chaori tribe knew best how hard this metal hammer was. He had used this hammer to destroy magic warriors from no less than ten tribes.
Once the hammer comes down, no one can stop it.
Even if they can resist, after a long time, they will be beaten to the point of breaking bones and dying on the spot.
With the hammer, the mage feels absolutely invincible.
But now Song Yang actually made finger marks on the hammer, and the marks continued to deepen, becoming the terminator of his invincible hammer!
If the environment allowed it, the magic warriors of the Asahi tribe would all want to shout "Damn it!"
Snap!
When the magic warrior didn't know what was going on, a crack appeared on the black metal hammer and then it shattered.
The fragments bounced off the stone wall with a clang and finally fell to the ground.
The magic warrior of the Chaori tribe held the bare hammer handle with a dazed look on his face.
Song Yang not only made handprints on his hammer, but also crushed the hammer to pieces. He is simply not a human being!
Under the flaming armor, a stream of shiny molten iron was dripping down Song Yang's wrist.
This is the part of the hammer that was touched by Song Yang's fingers, and it has been melted into liquid by the high temperature.
The whole place was silent, with only the sound of the air conditioner being pumped.
Song Yang shook his hands, looked at the magic warriors of the Chaori tribe and said, "It's my turn now."
After saying that, he raised his fist and smashed it directly on the magic warrior's head.
As Song Yang's arm stretched forward, the flames spread rapidly, eventually forming a scorching high temperature that twisted the air.
The magic warrior of the Asahi tribe's eyes twitched.
Seeing Song Yang's fist coming towards him, the magic warrior gritted his teeth, clenched his fist, and rushed forward to meet him!
He is confident in his strength.
Song Yang is obviously a bone thorn demon warrior who takes the agile route. Using force to charge will not pose any threat to him at all.
The magic warrior simply ignored the burning flames.
The fingerless boxing gloves wrapped on his hands were made of the skin of a fire-attributed monster. They were very resistant to flames and could not be ignited even by a big fire.
Song Yang wants to use the fire bonus, but it definitely won’t work.
Moreover, the magic warriors of the Chaori tribe were very curious about the armor Song Yang was wearing.
If he can kill Song Yang, this armor will be his!
With the flame armor and his powerful strength, he is simply a human weapon, even more powerful than him hitting people with a hammer!
This wave is worth it!
The more the magic warrior thought about it, the more determined he became!
He increased the force of the impact even more, using all his strength.
All I heard was a humming sound, and the air was squeezed, causing a sonic boom.
The fist burning with flames and the fist wrapped in the skin of a fire-attributed monster collided with each other.
The magic warrior of the Chaori tribe shouted excitedly in his heart: "This armor is mine!"
Bang~!
A huge impact force was transmitted.
The magic warrior of the Asahi tribe was directly smashed away.
His body, more than three meters tall, shot straight into the ground like a cannonball, eventually creating a hole in the ground, leaving only his feet exposed.
Song Yang retracted his arm, stood up straight, and said disdainfully: "Trash! Unable to withstand a single blow!"