Chapter 421: Isn't That Just Here To Gild Himself?
After the young people landed, they showed no hesitation and immediately began killing.
He raised his hand for a strike as swift as thunder, an instantaneous blow exceeding a hundred tons, instantly blasting a security personnel holding firearms into blood mist.
Then, with a wave of his large hand, the blood mist in the air was not wasted; under the control of an invisible force, it condensed into a small clump and was absorbed into the young people’s body.
Among the security personnel present, there were no death fighters with abilities, let alone the ordinary civilians around.
This led to the young people, even with a bit of playful intent, rampaging like a tiger among sheep, with no one able to last even one round against him.
After successively creating nearly ten clumps of blood mist, the young people seemed to have grown bored, or perhaps felt that this method was not efficient enough.
He stopped his punching motions, retracted his hands, and briefly gathered strength.
Observing more carefully, one would notice faint traces of blood appearing on the ground under the young people’s feet, as if the ground was oozing blood.
Once the gathering was complete, the young people spread their arms as if embracing, their body rapidly softening and merging into the blood seeping from the ground.