Shua!!
Among the sound of whooshing wind, a figure as fierce as a bear slid down from the cliff, stepping on ice and snow, all the way until reaching a flat ground.
Surrounding him was a field of pure white snow, flames soared into the sky from the cliff, and wails spread across the land, debris scattered all around.
Yet, he appeared exceptionally indifferent, drenched in blood from head to toe, even with a severed hand hanging from his foot.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
Very soon, continuous movements appeared.
One by one, Transformed People slid down using force fields and tools from the mountainside, appearing nearby.
The round pattern on their left chests was directly imprinted on the transformation modules, particularly conspicuous.
"Master Onite, should we retreat?"
No response, Onite, towering over two meters in height, had a somber expression, his jacket torn and ragged, which he ripped off and tossed aside.
