The smug expression on Guiganjo's face did not last long.
Because he soon sensed that something was wrong... It was too strange. The other party's spiritual pressure had not disappeared.
On the contrary, as time passed, it was constantly spilling out and expanding.
This was clearly highly abnormal. Though Guiganjo was not a true expert in the strictest sense, he still noticed the obvious anomaly.
His opponent definitely was not dead.
It was unexpected, but even so, this situation left him completely baffled.
What the hell... Since when could someone disperse their own spiritual pressure? Then if what I shattered earlier wasn't a body, what the hell was it?
A shell? His thick, burly body began turning from side to side as his bear-like head looked around.
Only then did he belatedly realize that the once fairly clear street was gradually becoming hazy.
Fog was rising.
This was absolutely abnormal. Guiganjo frowned slightly and instinctively swung the Yama Hammer in his hand, striking to either side.
The air trembled. Every attack ignored distance and pierced perfectly into the distance.
Yet the expected crashing sounds did not come—there should have been walls over there.
There was no way his Yama Hammer could fail to smash through a wall...
Damn it, don't tell me Head Captain Yamamoto secretly caught my attacks from outside!
Guiganjo, who had seemed so confident, finally showed a hint of nervousness.
Because he could no longer see anything around him.
The surging thick fog rolled in like seawater, limiting his vision to barely half a meter in front of him.
He instinctively wanted to move around and investigate the situation more closely.
But his years of street fighting and bloodshed told him that now was not the time to wander around blindly...
He needed to figure out what