On the battlefield, the phantom image of John's dragon wings still carried undiminished momentum. It was not affected in the slightest by the soundwave attack of the Level 400 demon race powerhouse Oster.
It tore through the soundwaves, then cleaved the Level 400 demon race powerhouse Oster in half at the waist on the spot.
"Ah!"
Seeing this scene, the mighty figure of the demon race was immediately shocked.
"What level of technique is John using? He can even cut apart soundwaves? To him, they might as well not exist!"
"Oster did not even have the strength to resist. How can John be this terrifying? Impossible!"
Among Level 400 powerhouses, Oster was an elite existence. His talent was terrifying, and he came from the demon race, which meant he possessed abundant resources and countless fortuitous encounters.
John, on the other hand, was merely a low-born powerhouse who had walked out from the poor and desolate human race.
How could such a person suppress Oster?
