Chapter 159 - 155
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The man, trapped in the giant hand of chaotic energy, was slammed into the ground repeatedly, like a ragdoll. Each impact left a deep dent in the earth.
By the time the onslaught subsided, he lay in a crater, battered and bloodied, his body torn and mangled. Yet, despite his horrific injuries, he appeared to possess a remarkable self-healing ability. Wisps of black aura surrounded him, twisting his broken limbs back into place. The gashes and wounds across his body began closing on their own, as though time itself rewound his injuries.
Slowly, he rose to his feet, his movements oddly composed, even elegant. He gazed at Wanda with an expression of mild confusion etched across his pale face.
"Are all human women this irritable?" he asked dryly.
"As a soulless demon, you wouldn't understand the significance of your untimely interruption," Wanda shot back, her tone sharp and laced with irritation.
She hesitated for a moment, her thoughts drifting to an old nemesis, before adding with disdain, "Another disgusting demon like Zero Zero Seven."
The man chuckled, straightening his tie with an air of nonchalance. "Ah, it seems my dear father has left a bad impression on you."
"So, you're Mephisto's son?" Wanda asked, narrowing her eyes.
"You can call me Blackheart, ma'am," he replied smoothly.
Wanda glanced over at Leon, who met her gaze with an expression that said, "Leave this one to you."