C693 Flying Thor
"Divine Might!"
Cello Everett's command echoed, and a twisted, eerie gray vortex materialized out of thin air.
The Buccellati team members were caught off guard by the vortex's abrupt appearance.
After all...
Cello Everett's substitution ability wasn't supposed to be prophetic.
It was supposed to be the Immortal Body they had just probed!
Yet this bizarre vortex...
Clearly