Ignarok's devouring ability might've made him a powerhouse in terms of magical attacks, but it came with a serious drawback—none of that power could be channeled into his physical body in the short term. Which meant his physical defense? Practically nonexistent.
Ethan and Cicero didn't give the bastard a second to breathe.
They tackled him to the ground and just started wailing on him—fists, boots, elbows, whatever they had.
Sure, it was a little brutal.
But damn if it wasn't effective.
Ignarok had already wiped out all his own minions, so there was no backup coming. He had no choice but to take the beating head-on.
BAM!
CRACK—CRACK—CRACK…
The sound of bones snapping echoed through the air. Ignarok's body was getting torn apart, piece by piece. At one point, Ethan even ripped off one of his arms with sheer brute force.
