"Boom!!!"
The weight of a car is naturally not something those cultists wielding steel rods can withstand. Faced with the shadow looming over their heads, they desperately reach out to block it—only to be instantly smashed into pulp by the car hurtling down from above.
But it's not over yet!
Duanmu Huai grabs the car by both sides, pulls hard, and directly tears it in half. Then, like wielding two massive hammers, he swings them as he charges at the crowd ahead!
"Waaaahhhhhh!"
Wherever Duanmu Huai goes, chaos ensues. Anyone hit by the swinging car remnants is sent flying into the sky. For a moment, they resemble a human fountain, flailing hands and feet, soaring up, then crashing down, rising again, falling once more, ascending again...and ultimately breaking apart.
In an instant, the air is filled with a bloody storm, with mangled flesh and splintered bones flying everywhere.
