In an instant, an Obsidian wall solidly filled the hole Voldemort had blasted open in front of them.
"Professor... are we going to die?" Rhyme swallowed and asked.
"No." Kayson answered decisively, then vanished from where he stood.
"Where did he go? Did he abandon us?" a clerk clutching documents and preparing to flee asked in astonishment.
But a loud bang quickly dispelled his doubts.
With a boom, the meter-thick Obsidian wall shuddered violently. Cracks spread across the entire slab in the shape of a human figure, and finally, Voldemort's head emerged.
The gun-toting guards instantly aimed their sights at Voldemort's shiny little bald head.
After a burst of thunderous gunfire, Voldemort's head—apparently altered by some outrageously powerful magic—somehow withstood the concentrated firepower that would have turned an ordinary person into SpongeBob.
"Ah!!!!!!!!!"
Voldemort threw back his head and let out an ear-splitting scream. The sound carried a trace of soul-shaking force, leaving half the people in the building dazed and disoriented. Several weaker people fainted on the spot.
Seeing this, Kayson did not waste a second. He threw another three farmer's punches, then yanked Voldemort completely out of the Obsidian wall.
Everyone in the office watched as Kayson held Voldemort by the throat, then gave him another brutal beating. In the end, he tore a Peking University emblem right through the middle of him.
"Tell the Torchwood team to stop looking for aliens or studying Superman. We've already found Superman," a scientist who had witnessed everything from the beginning said to Mr. Kade with a stunned expression.
As the saying went, amateurs watched the excitement, while experts watched immortal arts.
Voldemort had smashed a huge hole through a meter-thick Obsidian wall, and even concentrated firepower capable of mass-producing SpongeBobs had only left him with superficial wounds—yet Kayson had forcibly