บท 842: Bullseye

As Fein watched the epic clash unfold from the shadows, he couldn't help but be in awe of the rebels' sheer badassery. He was just a spectator in this chaotic dance of power, but his heart raced with excitement and admiration for their courage.

One rebel, fueled by an unyielding determination, stepped forward with a mischievous grin. Fein could practically see the gears turning in his head as he took a deep breath, sucking the very air around him into his lungs. It was like watching a magician preparing to unleash a mind-blowing trick.

And then, with a fierce exhale, the rebel unleashed a devastating attack, robbing the demon soldiers of their precious oxygen. Fein's eyes widened as he witnessed the soldiers gasping for air, their faces contorting in a desperate struggle. It was like watching a bunch of suffocating fish flopping around on dry land.