When that madman, riddled with bullets, fell to the ground, blood spread, staining the ground red.
His hand wanted to point at something, but ultimately lacked the strength to lift, leaving only his chest heaving like a broken bellows as he coughed up bloody froth.
The crowd thought the matter would come to an end as he fell.
But the issue was that what had lost control was the Supernatural Power, and the human shell was merely a vessel, or could even be said to be a cage.
More importantly, the black veil that covered the sky also expanded a domain of some New God, and the corruption of flesh and blood more easily broke through the boundaries of reality.
"Danger, leave here, do not destroy the scene."
"Are there any injured? Quickly send them to the hospital."
"..."
