The giant bag marked with "$" behind him was forcibly blown up.
Countless gold coins spilled out from the giant bag, transforming into blood, flowing down from the highest point, gradually turning into a sky full of blood rain, falling over the city beneath.
The originally cold and oppressive city, after being showered with the seemingly terrifying blood rain, inexplicably gained a touch of vitality, a bit of liveliness.
The black-gray wilted trees by the road began to sprout tender green buds.
Those hanging in mid-air, with their throats severed, also fell one by one to the ground. Bathed in the blood rain, the terrifying wounds on their throats started to heal, and the mouths that couldn't speak began to utter words.
Among the sky full of gold coins, the boss sat on the altar, his chest caved in, coughing blood.
"Such strong ability."
This power, this terrifying speed, is simply impossible for human strength to achieve; it can only come from an ability.
