"Ah!"
The Caucasian let out a scream, staring at Yang Fei in disbelief.
"I am a god, and you can actually slay a god..."
"Slay your grandpa, now tell me, where is your base?"
Yang Fei withdrew his fist, the blood on it still fresh and red.
Though this genetically powered individual possessed formidable abilities, his body was no different from that of an ordinary person.
To Yang Fei, killing such people was as easy and effortless as chopping vegetables.
The Caucasian's chest had been pierced through, utterly devoid of life.
Knowing his death was imminent, he let out a bitter laugh.
"I won't tell you, one day, the Superpower Alliance will..."
At this, Yang Fei unceremoniously struck a palm on the top of his head at his Niwan Palace and then casually grasped.
From within the Caucasian's head, as Yang Fei's hand moved, a stream of green mist rose up, with several points of light flickering inside.
