章 478: A Melee in the Night (III)

Sang Hanshui floated in mid-air. Centred on him, nothing could be seen within twenty metres of diameter.

With the Hitman as the focal point, all buildings within twenty metres of diameter were all bombarded and destroyed by him as dust and smoke flew up in the sky. It was as if a perfect sphere had been carved out from inside the building, with the broken parts of the building levels burnt black and giving off smoke.

Rafael looked at Sang Hanshui in mid-air in fear with an idle stare and rigid expression as sweat dripped down from his forehead without him even realising it. In his eyes, it was as if the mask that depicted an ancient fighter and suddenly been given life, with a blood-soaked weapon in hand and an aura of death – a spawn from hell.