"That's true. Fine, I never had much of a favorable impression of America anyway. I'll use these Americans' souls to help me fully become the Skyfather."
Grim Reaper stopped wasting words. He raised both hands and activated his power. Every Altar arranged by the Demons lit up with black light and densely packed runes.
When the light and runes reached their peak, an invisible wave swept across major cities such as New York and Los Angeles. It was Grim Reaper's wave, signifying that he had set his sights on those cities.
"Foolish mortals, embrace the fate of death. Hand all your souls over to me."
Grim Reaper's eyes rolled white as he activated his power with all his strength. The next moment, New York, Los Angeles, and other cities welcomed Grim Reaper's descent.
On a bus, the driver was driving as usual while looking at his phone. He did not think there was anything wrong with it. After all, he had been driving like this for over a decade without ever getting into an accident.
"I've driven this route for more than ten years. I could do it with my eyes closed. What's there to be afraid of?"
When a passenger questioned the bus driver's behavior, the driver argued back confidently. Just then, several videos of beautiful women dancing appeared on his phone, and his attention was irresistibly drawn to them.
Suddenly, someone ran out in front of him. The driver caught sight of them from the corner of his eye, his face turning pale as he sharply jerked the wheel. With an ear-piercing screech, the bus swerved violently.
Bang! Unfortunately, the bus crashed into a car beside it, sending it flying. Whether the people inside were alive or dead was unknown.
The bus then tipped over entirely, scraping forward