At this moment, only a few minutes had passed since Shane's announcement of the one-hour proclamation.
In just those few minutes, not only had top-tier legendary figures like Lord Mordo, Joseph, Nobu, and others fallen to the ground, groaning in apparent agony, but even the heads of other legendary entities and factions had succumbed.
Shane stood among the fallen warriors of the Human Race, like a sovereign towering amidst a sea of corpses and blood. Though not imposing, he exuded an undeniable dominance.
The onlookers gazed at this spectacle, their initial shock turning into numbing stupor, staring at Shane in awe, unable to regain their composure for a long time.
Even those drawn by the commotion, watching the situation unfold from the shadows, shared the same sentiment.
"Is this what a Hero truly is?"
"Is this the true strength of Shane Beizitu?"
"He's yet to even draw the Holy Sword."
"He's been here merely a little over half a year now; how has he grown so rapidly?"
