Chen Yu slowly extended his "hand" in front of his eyes.
His face was filled with intoxication and admiration.
"Tsk tsk, see this? This bone spur, this suction cup—this is the true form of the War God, the most perfect being in the universe."
As Chen Yu spoke, the monstrous hand slowly extended into the distance. With a squelch, it pierced through the skull of a wounded soldier, brains splattering everywhere.
Mosika couldn't help but shudder in horror.
The human skull is the hardest part of the body, comparable to alloy.
However, Chen Yu pierced through the wounded soldier's skull as if it were mere tofu.
This level of destructive power was truly astonishing.
Mosika couldn't help but glance at the few people standing behind Chen Yu.
Behind Chen Yu stood a total of eight people.
All eight were dressed in black robes, bodies completely covered, wearing hoods with cold and indifferent eyes.
If all eight people were like Chen Yu.
