Boom! Boom!
The elder of the Thorne Clan and Cole Nash attacked, launching two terrifying strikes towards Marshall Morgan.
Roar!
With a roar, Marshall leaped forward, sweeping the long spear horizontally.
The air exploded, the space quivered, waves like ripples appeared.
With two blasts, the elder of the Thorne Clan and Cole Nash shook all over, flying backward.
Cole Nash fared worse, spitting out a mouthful of blood directly.
"How can it be so strong? What level of demonic beast is that?"
Cole Nash exclaimed in disbelief.
"Incorporating such a powerful Beast Soul, he won't last long before being burst by its might. Let's attack together and make him explode faster!"
The elder of the Thorne Clan shouted.
At this moment, Marshall indeed bore immense pressure, the violent force of the Beast Soul rampaging within him fiercely.
His muscles and bones groaned as if they might burst open at any moment.
Even his Second Grade Perfection physique couldn't withstand it.
