Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!

A roar ended.

Brian took another deep breath and turned his head to roar backward.

Bang bang bang~

Dozens more heads swelled at a visible speed only to burst open moments later.

Compared to those in black robes, the one merit of this cannon fodder was the thick scale armor on their skin, resembling that of a crocodile’s, but internally they were mediocre, unable to withstand Brian’s powerful fists and feet, nor the omnipresence of ultrasonic waves.

Bodies without heads floated on the water’s surface.

Masses of flesh, blood, scale armor, and shattered bone scattered in all directions.

This scene was akin to purgatory on earth, one that even splatter films would rarely invest heavily in to present to the audience.

All of this was the result of Brian’s actions in less than five minutes.

When he got serious, numerical advantage meant nothing to him.