Wang Ye's eyes were blood-red, constantly tearing apart the buildings around him.
Steel and concrete were as fragile as sponges in his hands.
Each landing and sprint caused the surrounding land to tremble.
Under the impact of the earthquake, countless survivors died tragically on the spot.
Finally.
A few soldiers couldn't bear it and quietly got into a nearby military off-road vehicle, intending to escape this area.
But the moment the engine made a sound,
Wang Ye, who was violently smashing the tank garage, suddenly turned his head. His crimson eyes trembled fiercely, as if expressing a highly agitated emotion.
He roared, and the next moment lunged at them, grabbing the military off-road vehicle with his hand. Like thick tree trunks, his five fingers squeezed and crushed it, horrifying black smoke and a mist of blood erupted from his fingertips. The soldiers didn't even have a chance to scream before they became the vengeful souls held in Wang Ye's hands.
