Chapter 1039: Self-Detonation

Carson Flores was greatly astonished as his gaze fell upon the bowl in Jorge Gross's hand.

This bowl looked quite ordinary, nothing more than a common clay-fired bowl, rustic and aged.

Yet, with its simple cover, the Great Demon couldn't break out.

Kellan Gentry wore armor of immense weight. Although his speed was still fast, it was inevitably affected, but the bowl completely compensated for his disadvantage in speed.

Death Arena!

With a tap from Jorge Gross, the light shield shrunk by half instantly, and the light curtain became thicker and brighter, even more sturdy, resembling a luminous prison.

Kellan Gentry, laughing wildly, charged towards the Great Demon whose face was filled with despair.

Carson Flores quietly marveled; what magical treasure was this clay bowl? It seemed so powerful, controlling it at will, like a space cage, effortlessly trapping people inside with no chance of escape.

In such a confined space, who could withstand Kellan Gentry's Iron Fist?