"Are you finished?"
Lucas Lockwood's voice was terrifyingly calm, yet it roiled with immense killing intent. "Now, it's my turn."
He raised his hand, fingers splayed.
In that instant, countless minuscule ice crystals began to gather frantically in the air!
FWOOSH! FWOOSH! FWOOSH! FWOOSH!
Several ice arrows, like the Grim Reaper's sigh, shot forward with bone-chilling cold and speed far beyond a Level 2, precisely targeting the foreign superpower users who were too slow to react.
It was fast. Too fast!
The overwhelming advantage of a Level 3 against a Level 2 was on full display.
Agonized screams rose and fell in waves.
In the blink of an eye, lethal flowers of ice bloomed from the throats or hearts of seven or eight of the fierce foreign superpower users, killing them instantly!
"Impossible!"
Qwens was horrified. He could feel the terrifying pressure of a Level 3 emanating from Lucas Lockwood.
