"The Federation's people all deserve to die."
With an icy look, he glanced at Ethan Polis' corpse, then that shadowy figure flashed into the nearby forest and seamlessly blended into the shadows, disappearing without a trace.
No sooner had the shadow escaped the mountain forest than a wildly fierce and scorching strength descended from the sky.
Boom!
A destructive shockwave of black and red split the Earth asunder, with raging wind howling, the sheer force sweeping across and collapsing all trees within a twenty-odd-meter radius.
Amid the howling wind, two figures, one black and one white, separated and landed dozens of meters apart.
One, dressed in white as pure as snow and with an indifferent expression, was indeed Ilisa Zabel, who had not long left the scene.
The other, shrouded in a black robe, had eerie Black Power swirling around him like a vacuous shadow, ready to disappear at any moment.