CHAPTER 825
An ashen portal yawned open in front of Gunther, and out came a tower shield sticking out of the void like a fixed pillar in the mud.
BAM—!
RIIIIIIIING—!
"Uh-oh… you just made a massive mistake punching that shield!"
A resonant, vibrating sound—as if a colossal gong had been struck echoed across the entire battlefield.
The noise was so jarring that even those deeply engrossed in their own lethal duels paused for the slightest second just to trace the origin of the clamor.
While those truly lost in the bloodlust of their fights continued as if nothing had happened, the ringing resonance that rippled outward was simply too immense to be ignored by the rest.
Then, the counter-attack began.
The metallic surface of the shield lit up fiercely with a bright, incandescent glow, illuminating Rowen's face and forcing the leader to subconsciously take a few retreating steps back.
But it was already too late.
