Whoosh!
A figure dropped out of a portal in midair, and as it fell, a massive silver wheel formed behind it.
Facing down, body plummeting like a missile, Feng Yu stared coldly at the countless mercenaries below in the ruined cityscape.
"Heavy Rain Line!"
The ring-shaped silver wheel, composed of countless razor-thin threads, expanded behind him—and in the next instant, it scattered outward like a storm, raining down threads toward the ground below.
Chi chi chi...
It was as if a silvery monsoon had blanketed the night sky. Threads flashed under the moonlight, descending in dense waves toward the mercenaries in the ruins.
"Retreat!"
"We're under attack!"
"The enemy's airborne!"
Paul, Mark, and the five elite Nen users of the Death Mercenary Group hadn't entered the ruins directly. When they sensed the dense hum of threads cutting through the air, they reacted faster than the ordinary troops below.
The moment the shimmering storm of threads appeared, the seven Nen users quickly looked up, their expressions shifting dramatically as they leapt back with lightning reflexes.
But the common mercenaries weren't so lucky.
"AHHH!!!"
Screams split the night.
The mercenaries caught within the strike zone were instantly turned into pincushions. Each was pierced dozens of times, the razor threads punching clean through their bodies and embedding into the ground, leaving a pattern of gaping holes—like a grotesque form of polka dots.
These weren't inexperienced fighters. The Death Mercenary Group's soldiers were elite professionals—seasoned veterans of countless skirmishes.
But no amount of battlefield experience could prepare them for this kind of overwhelming power.
Within seconds, Feng Yu's Heavy Rain Line had reduced dozens of soldiers to mutilated corpses.
As the final strands landed and the silver wheel behind Feng Yu vanished, he continued to descend calmly toward the ground.
"Bastard!"
"That's 'Death Cutter'! How did he end up in the sky?"
"Damn it—attack together and kill him!"
Paul and the six other Nen users had just escaped the initial strike zone. Watching as the rest of their unit was obliterated, they roared in fury. Murderous aura surged around them, forming a heavy pressure as their Nen raged and distorted the air.
But before they could act—
Whoosh!
Another space gate tore open nearby.
Two figures emerged—one tall, one small.
The tall figure's arms morphed into twin Gatling guns, flames already bursting from the barrels as a storm of metal bullets poured forth.
The smaller figure blinked across space in an instant, reappearing beside one of the Nen warriors in a flash.
Da-da-da-da-da!!!
The scene erupted into chaos again.
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