Michael was shocked. Before his evolution, he knew he was strong enough to defeat Rank 3 monsters physically—at least the weaker ones, in their early stages. But never in his wildest thoughts did he imagine he could blow two apart with a single punch each.
What kind of power was this?
Michael's chest rose and fell sharply, his heart pounding against his ribs. His mind spun.
He clenched his fist again, staring at the faint tremor in his knuckles.
Michael was in intense shock.
But the battlefield didn't stop.
In the first layer of the void, more than two dozen monsters also stared at the scene in shock.
It wasn't only them—Even Michael's undead themselves were taken aback.
Even as genuine Rank 3 creatures, none of them could punch a fellow Rank 3 to death with a single blow. What sort of strength was that?
Some of the monsters wavered, shaken by the sight. But not all.
Among them, three stood apart.
